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The shape of daily life.

Each day, this:

Posted on | July 25, 2007 |

The way the orchid on the windowsill sends up a new stalk bravely into the warm light by the glass, buds swelling with the promise of waxy petals, even though the ceramic bowl of moss and soil that hold its roots are all it has.

The way the sun comes up all over again, spreading the yellow paint of another morning across the sky, even though the night was long. Even though the clouds obscured the stars and the coyotes woke me, howling, and in the morning the neighbor said he’d lost another lamb.

The way my small boy goes, lips stained red with berries, running across the lawn to play contentedly with his chickies, while I sit on the stoop with my laptop and type unencumbered, watching. Even though an hour before he was glued to me, whining, tantruming, irrational.

The way there is always grace, even though the world is a place of anguish and everywhere my glance falls, text leaps from the page telling of another way that devastation happens. And it does.

I feel so lucky.

Category: Art Everyday, My Notebook, Thoughts & observations

Comments

9 Responses to “Each day, this:”

  1. Molly
    July 25th, 2007 @ 9:26 pm

    Small moments of grace, good memories of home.

  2. athena
    July 25th, 2007 @ 11:19 pm

    absolutely love the new look!

  3. lizardek
    July 26th, 2007 @ 1:57 am

    I think that’s the best thing to do when the world news starts making you feel like there is no hope: stop and sit down and look around you. Count your blessings. There are always so many of them!

  4. wendy
    July 26th, 2007 @ 4:02 am

    Lovely posting and the simplicity and limited palette of the pictures is the way to go. Today it’s about 20C degrees here, warm after an awfully cool few weeks, so that’s a small blessing. Grace walks in very simply at times.
    w.

  5. nicole
    July 26th, 2007 @ 10:00 am

    So insightful. Grace is amazing for a reason. Enjoy the moments!

  6. Paul
    July 26th, 2007 @ 11:40 am

    Ahhh! Grace! In grace lies inestimable hope but which, if estimated, unhinges the estimator. You are always at your best, my girl, when you forget who you are and submerge yourself in the moment. It is not easy, but you’re getting better, day by day! I’m growing roses these days, and soft brown mourning doves waddle over to me, peering through the thick green grass as I dig in the planting bed.

  7. Gabs
    July 26th, 2007 @ 1:57 pm

    Thanks for reminding us to stop, take a moment, and smell the flowers…

  8. Ruby
    July 26th, 2007 @ 3:30 pm

    Beautiful post and painting.

  9. Teri
    July 26th, 2007 @ 7:38 pm

    God, your writing really touches me. Always.
    xo

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