“Your hands like well worn leather weather storms of tears and rain streaked with creases of worry, time and circumstance….”
“Sometimes I wonder how we are still married when so much of our time is spent apart.
I never wanted to marry someone in the military….Until one day at work – I saw you. I refilled your coffee, you smiled, and I was yours. “
We’re going through old family photos as we prepare to celebrate my grandmother’s life this weekend. She passed away last night at 10 pm, surrounded by my mom, me, and my aunt Kristi…“her girls.” We sang to her, we held her hand, and laid our hands on her head and her heart. She went softly, gracefully, peacefully…like herself. I came across this photograph of me as a little girl. It’s my favorite one. It looks like me, from the outfit to the expression in my eyes, to the way my body trustingly rests it’s little back on the truck of that tree. I am comfortably held In the vast arms of nature, where there is room for contemplation and curiosity. There is time for discovery and it is happening. There is love in my eyes and fascination for the unfolding of life. I recognize my essence and my soul in this picture. Those moments are lovely, aren’t they? The ones when we feel like we meet ourselves again? I am experiencing a richly textured …