My friend gave me a book of poetry last month. It is entitled To Bless This Space Between Us (2007) by John O’Donohue. Wikipedia has this to say:John O’Donohue (1 January 1956 – 4 January 2008) was an Irish poet, author, priest, and Hegelian philosopher. He was a native Irish speaker,[1] and as an author is best known for popularising Celtic spirituality…
“Hi Carol. Dad.” How I miss those words; the words he said when he called to talk to me. I wonder how long it will be before I can no longer clearly hear his voice in my head. Sadly, with time, I know it will fade. With my Dad’s recent passing, my thoughts naturally turned…
Waterfalls are soothing, inspiring, and sometimes triggering. Today’s post is brief. I wrote (and said) too much yesterday. Thanks for stopping by. I love waterfalls. We’ve seen some beautiful ones in Hawaii, Colorado, and Minnesota. The word for today’s poetry prompt is cascade. The haiku came easily today; I am awash in emotion. Note: I…
When we went to Ireland last fall, my husband and I found the history there fascinating. We spent one of our days hiking in the Glendalough Valley found in the Wicklow Mountains. St. Kevin was a sixth-century monk who first lived in the Glendalough Valley as a hermit. He later founded a monastery at Glendalough….
Sunday, Mother’s Day, my oldest son and I took a small hike in the Town of Trempealeau up to the ancient mounds of the Mississippians, who lived in this area overlooking the Mississippi River 1000 years ago. The property is now permanently protected by our local land trust, Mississippi Valley Conservancy, through a conservation easement….
Last night, for the first time in many years, I went to church for a Christmas Eve service. It was to a church I once went to regularly, just up the street from my house. It was a church that I had served, doing “good deeds” by hanging bulletin boards and helping in Sunday School…
It’s that time of year. The time of year asking your children, your spouse, your siblings, and your parents what they’d like to receive for Christmas. The answers get harder and harder to get. Thus, it gets harder to give. Sometimes, when you really pay attention and listen well, you might receive a flash of…
On a recent trip back East to see my parents, my mom disappeared into her bedroom, claiming she had to go get something for me. She returned, with a bracelet in hand, saying my “Uncle” Bob had given it to her when he returned from serving the US Armed Forces in Thailand, many decades ago….
Teachers who post to the Slice of Life blog forum offered by TwoWritingTeachers.org pick their one little word (OLW) in January to guide them forward in the coming year. I have not done that with any success, yet. But, tonight I offer three key phases that I realize affect my life and how I live…