This week I am rereading Adventure of Ascent: Field Notes from a Lifelong Journey, by Luci Shaw (2014, IVP Books). She writes so well and generously about her life and growing older.
I cherish memories of the caregiving years with my mother and family. I could not imagine blogs then. My mother often asked, “Are you writing?” She was called Home in 2004.
Grateful for a quiet Christmas this year.
And I have to review my archives to remember all I have written since the caregiving years. One day at a time, and also trust for the “big picture” over time.
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,
(Published in Bell’s Letters Poet No. 115, Jan. 2006.)
Ellen Grace Olinger
through the evergreens
clear blue sky
And the Word
was made flesh
and dwelt among us . . .
full of grace
From John 1: 14 (KJV)
From Quiet Christmas Poetry – Karl and I gave gifts to staff at thrift stores yesterday. We also mailed copies to places that care for people who may be encouraged by the book. Next year, we plan to gradually share copies with Wisconsin libraries.
Copies may be ordered from the Time Of Singing books page. All proceeds benefit this poetry print journal. The price is 5 dollars per copy, or 3 for $12.00. You’ll also see information about Welcoming Hope: Poems for those in need, which is the anthology we published with Time Of Singing. You can combine orders for both books, for the special 3 for $12.00 price.
The TOS books page
provides more information
about the editors, artists, and poets.
The light was especially beautiful yesterday. In the early morning, there were rays of light through layers of clouds.
For a moment later, the light on the cotoneaster branches looked like holiday lights.
In the afternoon, Karl and I went for a walk in the neighborhood. The light through trees, falling on a creek, November gardens . . . all so beautiful.
This morning, I discovered some vintage postcards by Ellen Clapsaddle at Reusable Art. This is one example:
From Mentink’s Market Piggly Wiggly
November 17, 2017
Ellen Grace Olinger