If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough. Meister Eckhart 1260-1328 Christian Theologian
The day of my husband’s funeral the sun was shining.
The sky was blue with little wisps of clouds.
The air was crisp.
It was a beautiful day.
Ambushed walking down the street.
Minding my own business.
Nothing in particular on my mind.
Then I saw this beautiful car.
I had to stop and look.
“But when from a long distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remained poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering , in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.” excerpt from Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust. Continue reading “Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese”
It has been a long day. The sun is finally setting in the Pacific Northwest. It is beautiful to watch the shadows fall in my garden. Continue reading “Sweet Dreams”
Mother’s Day was always a big weekend at our house. We gathered as a family to celebrate Mother’s Day as well as the birthdays of my husband and our standard poodle. It was a silly, fun and precious time. Continue reading “Mother’s Day in Los Angeles”
Ruth Wariner is a beautiful, smart blonde with a bubbly personality.
However, she’s not “the girl next door”. Hers is a different story.
Continue reading “The Sound of Gravel”