I heard my first cicada today. Deep summer is soon to set in.
I’m trying to make memories every day for this tribe. I’m trying to pay attention. It will still go by so fast because there is no freezing moments.
Maybe that’s why we all like to take pictures so much. We post. We invite others in. “Come & stay awhile in this beautiful moment. You weren’t here, but I wanted to share it with you!” Perhaps the pace we are forced to keep with has us all desperate to hold on to time.
Gratitude is a practice I started many years ago when I was newly married and living in a city where I knew very few people. Keeping a gratitude journal was a thing then and I really loved it.
I try now in earnest to connect with my little family each night and to talk about the things we are grateful for.
I am immensely grateful every day that this is the summer B. and I have begun reading poetry together. Thanks to RPM this is the summer B. has begun to write poetry.
B. writes poetry.
It’s painstaking still, but it’s happening.
That is a miracle that only the parent or caregiver of a non-speaking child could ever truly understand.
I have known her and valued her through this silent journey, but for her to be able to share gives her a joy I could never buy, beg, borrow, or steal. (Believe me, if it was the hope diamond I would have found a way…)
Each day we show up and we learn and grow together. With prayer, meditation, and our letter boards.
Her sister is her illustrator. The collaboration has begun.
Gratitude makes my summers wider, bigger, and more mine. I’m grateful for all of you. Those who are in my daily life supporting me and those of you who I will never meet who are out there walking a similar path. I promised I’d build you a bridge. You are why this incredibly private person decided to share. Your energy buoys me. A picture can’t hold it, but my heart can.
if there is a picture that could somehow reflect the love and gratitude I have in my heart, on this beautiful summer day, Read More