I consider the walls, a protection from weather and intruders, an allowance for privacy, a safe place for all of our things, … but it is so much more than this…. It becomes a sanctuary, a holding place for prayers and dreams and tears and laughter. Joy and the inevitable pain cling to walls andContinue reading “It Becomes…”
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An Echo
She hopscotches along the edge of a playground as I add numbers or answer emails; she skips alongside me at social events— graduations, weddings, funerals— waiting for me to notice, reminding me there is more in a moment than ceremony or sadness; she sits beside me in silent kindness when I cry, and she rushesContinue reading “An Echo”
