I pass through the cemetery up the hill on my morning walk.
A mound with frozen brown roses and drenched pink ribbons pulls at me.
I peer at the funeral home's temporary sign stuck in the ground this last month.
It is someone I know.
Someone who showed my family hospitality when we were new in the neighborhood.
I remember standing in her kitchen and washing supper dishes.
I am suddenly sad for the loss to her family,
but for this too:
I didn't know she died.
Praying today: For her family.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Small stone, day 24
Spruce needles pregnant
with tiny globes of water
formed from mist,
growing, swelling, lingering,
dropping
and beginning again.
Praying today: Giving thanks for fresh water that gives life.
with tiny globes of water
formed from mist,
growing, swelling, lingering,
dropping
and beginning again.
Praying today: Giving thanks for fresh water that gives life.
Small stone, day 23
Where did day 22 go? Let.s not go there; but here is day 23.
A gathering is called,
an email to a few dozen.
Two come: I and another.
That's all.
More than worthy of a drive
through hills, fog and shifting expectations,
to where one new friendship is cemented
with a prayer.
Praying today: For the new friend.
A gathering is called,
an email to a few dozen.
Two come: I and another.
That's all.
More than worthy of a drive
through hills, fog and shifting expectations,
to where one new friendship is cemented
with a prayer.
Praying today: For the new friend.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Small stone, day 21
A comforter of soft snow wraps my village. This corner of the world is sleeping in. Even the train, slowed by rail repair on hold, creeps past with barely a rumble.
Praying today: Giving thanks for the gift of rest.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Small stone, day 20
I climbed a mountain this morning---
new hiking shoes grabbed limestone and dirt,
legs burned, heart pumped, ears drummed,
lungs scoured by brittle air.
Dogs wagged tails, watched from above:
what's taking so long?
Praying today: For the bigger challenges friends and family are facing.
Small stone, day 19
One sentence spoken with a certain glance
and I feel myself crawling somewhere deep
to mull things over until morning.
Praying today: For wisdom and patience.
and I feel myself crawling somewhere deep
to mull things over until morning.
Praying today: For wisdom and patience.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Small stone, day 18
Immigrant snowflakes cross over into this January's strange territory. By the time I climb the hill, they have disappeared, leaving only a few of the fallen to melt by noon.
Praying today: For all immigrants making a home in a strange land.
Praying today: For all immigrants making a home in a strange land.
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