Whether you are a daughter, or a son, there was a Mother that birthed you. You may have been adopted, and chosen especially, or perhaps had your origins from a Petri dish. Whatever your beginnings, there was a Mother involved, and I want to celebrate the women in my life who molded and shaped who … More “This ones’ for the girls…”
It’s in the eyes, she relayed to me just last week. I wondered how we would know when it was …his time. We were not ready, how can we be?……… A cousin of mine let me know that our dogs will tell us when it’s their moment. You will see it in their eyes.. How … More When good-bye is not so good….
It seemed like the quaint thing to do.. Drag all of our not so useful belongings outside on a Friday morning. It sort of reminds me of camping. It seems like a straight forward idea, fun even at the onset, however when the carrying of supplies, camp stoves, and old desks ensues…some where along the … More “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure”…or woman…or child..
She wanted to come and visit, and spend some time with “Aunt Jill,” and I was touched, and delighted at the prospect. We lived a state or two away from one another, and before this had been able to spend more time together as families…but not so much..of late. Syd is 12…going on 25, and … More Just us girls…
There was an earthquake in in our home…in our lives really this last couple a years. As I sit watching the sun rise it’s glorious golden head, and splay the life giving orange across my kitchen table, it sends a beacon of color into a now, rather anemic looking living space. The walls in our … More Picking up your pieces..
The purging, and vacuuming, and cleaning up of a space was an overly optimistic endevour for me. I kept creeping past the room where she once resided, but it felt like I was paralyzed to go in, and begin the process of emptying out, and giving away of “her” things. Where do I begin? What … More An empty room….
The distinct aroma of something that had been on fire permeates the air. I have always been inexplicably drawn to this odor. It is a pungeant, yet paradoxically pleasing as I breathe deeply. I stop and gaze at the dead and wasted grassland, and realize that the township must have been by to burn off … More The Scorched Heart….
For someone who has never even walked on this earth, I am aware that she had a lot of shoes. There are 14 pairs that I can count at this time..but there were others that were here before. I turn them over and see that no treads were on their “souls”, no scuff marks, no … More Take a walk in her shoes…
It’s in the way the moon shines boldly out into the ink black of night, and the way the sun gives us its brilliant shine amidst the clouds, from a clear sapphire sky. Shining…what does it mean to shine? Last evening, an event called “Shine” happened at many churches. This is an extra special … More Keep on shining…no matter what
Impossible blue skies overhead. The warmth of the winter sun brings a sense of surprise to my walk. Sunshine in the dead of icy cold invigorates the conscience, and seems to give hope for the moment…it lightens the mood. So much change… before and after, that’s how it seems to be now.. The mind still … More It like looks blue from here….
Jilly Brandon 