The sky is completely grey, and lovely in a quiet way. Snow covers the yard, various branches, and safety railings along the wood and brick paths. I read a few pages, and keep looking outside. So will try and write a page – a post – about what I see.
There are large shapes of ice in Lake Michigan. What a contrast from warm summer days. I keep small blankets – some handmade from thrift stores – nearby.
as if they could store the sun small blankets on a chair add color to the scene as they await to warm another time
Time – today is another year since my mother’s passing in 2004. At peace.
T ried-and-true I nspiration and M emories to cherish E ternally
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Psalm 90: 4 (KJV)
LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.
Psalm 131: 1-2 (KJV)
This afternoon, I am grateful for all that is in God’s hands. I am grateful that my heart is still open to new poems. I am grateful for the many skilled people, who are also kind, who help me be well. Empathy.