Last night, as I read Harry Potter to Alexandra, there was a line where the Minister of Magic tells Harry that it’s time he shows some respect. Harry says, “It’s time you earned it.” I told Alexandra that I have used that line with my mother before. I laughingly pointed at her and said, “Don’t think about using that on me though!”
Her response was, “You have already earned it, Mom.” That felt very good.
I am very blessed and I know it.
I wonder how many women have written or thought, “I am not a side dish, an appetizer, or dessert. I am an entree.” I am not a glass of wine to savor after a night out with your boys. I am not a piece of cake to eat while your wife is sleeping in your…
“the light danced in the darkness” Some random thoughts from my journal on 7/17/07: The ego scrambles The Spirit saunters (and soars!) The ego contracts The Spirit expands The ego schemes The Spirit trusts The ego exists The Spirit creates The ego copes The Spirit thrives The ego questions The Spirit trusts The ego fears…
Tonight, I went to a screening of Quick Brown Fox at the Henry Art Museum. It is a very touching film done by a brave woman, Ann Hedreen of White Noise Productions. It is an account, in the first person, of a woman whose mother is dying of Alzheimer’s Disease. During the Q&A, I asked…
“Flying Free” Taken with Canon Digital Rebel Cross-Processed in Photoshop with nik filters “When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece.” -John Ruskin This is why I love photography. I can combine a skill I have learned (and continue to hone) with my love of people and Life. Whether or not anything is a…
Faith happens when there is no rational reason to believe. I opened an old journal today and that’s what it said. I have no idea why I wrote it, as a single line on one page. I do know that just unearthing it at a time when I most needed to hear it helps to…
Plum Blossoms in Sepia I remember looking at the plum tree outside my window last fall at the tangle of moss-covered, leafless branches and marvelling that something that looked so dead would ever bear fruit again. I wrote this haiku to capture the moment: filled with promise plum branches rest in autumn darkness We all…