The Surrendered Gift

Give as freely as you have received! — Matthew 10:8 We left the torn and crumpled paper  under the tree until this morning — a reminder of an anticipation that feeds a Christmas longing — to give and to receive, but it is more than an exchange of trinkets, it is the desire to relate,Continue reading “The Surrendered Gift”

Each Day

…that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. —Psalm 30:12 Letting loose gratitude, believing goodness exists,  recognizing we have gifts, good gifts that are worth celebrating, having faith in a hope that never fails… It is love, the messy, full  measure of love, the fruit and lasting truth of love  that encouragesContinue reading “Each Day”

No Goodbyes

“If there ever comes a day when we can’t be together, keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.” —Winnie the Pooh We had a reception— balloons, cookies, a special cake; we signed little  notes, took photos, shared reminiscences— and as I stood back in one corner to take a moment to consider howContinue reading “No Goodbyes”


Such remembrances we have…. We might mark a certain date, celebrate it every year, or keep a tattered square of cloth from a childhood quilt,  or carry a frayed picture of a grandmother or cousin; we might have pressed petals, yellowing letters, or faded  Christmas cards…. But sometimes we just hold  intangible, precious memories  inside,Continue reading “Remembrances”

Another Sunrise

We set out before dawn, again, as we have so many times before, across the lawn,  down by the park, further  through a neighborhood we have walked for over a quarter of a century, our path must be a groove in some spots by now — how many times have we  been shaded by ourContinue reading “Another Sunrise”

Inescapable Dawn

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light. — William Shakespeare Shy sun, resting behind a passing cloud, not ready to star in the requirements of hours, he waits behind a gray  curtain, but his  brilliance escapes, reminding us a full infusion of light will dawn… So,Continue reading “Inescapable Dawn”

Dawn Rising

“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.” — Emily Dickinson I’d share an orange sorbet sunrise with you at 16 or 82, like this cool, mellow morning —  what a privilege to see so many day-beginnings  with your kindness beside me, blue sky & clouds rising, a path before us, another excursion of our ongoing,Continue reading “Dawn Rising”