We all have a choice at some point to travel right or go left. It is in those choices that our lives follow the windy road.
You can't rush something that you want to last forever.
I know this is supposed to be beautiful and inspiring, but a dark wall of water is one of my true, blood-turning-to-ice, panic-inducing fears...even in photos.
I think about my friends from Marillac. Where are they now? Sometimes I miss them. A lot.
One of my favorite Shel Silverstein poems An example of a very simple poem that could get very deep....
A poem about grief. Very powerful. And very true. I need to remember this so that I can be a better friend to others experiencing grief, and so that I may understand my own if I should feel it.
Father's Day project? Rewrite the poem onto paper and have the kids decorate it ... paint footprints? (Okay, I am dreaming - they'll never cooperate for that!)