Category: Memory

  • Even a little bit of difference. . . .

    This potholder was made by our friend Sally’s mother.  She made many of them and when she left this earth, Sally gave each of us a potholder to take home.  And I tell you true, every time I have used this I bring to mind Sally’s mom to wonder if she made great strides in…

  • The Work Of Being More Human. . .

      On being a more human being. . . When I first decided to make a small table out of a no longer used chopping block, I  think the cosmic forces went into cardiac care.  I remembered safe practises learned from my brothers and sons, but neglected to secure the work on the table.  With…

  • Life’s Connectedness is what must endure. . . . .

    I wrote to Maria Wulf  (fullmoonfiberart.com) for permission to share her post which drew my attention.  It is such a deep pleasure for one like me to share the larger picture when our thoughts merge.  There is a connection in the soul that has no word coming to mind,  describing what happens when an Other…

  • Always the Empty Chair. . . Times Such as These. . .

     It  is late.  And I am an old woman.  I sit here and cannot see the keys of the keyboard because  I weep.  I have delayed coming and writing this again which seems to be a signature poem of mine and it is not an honor I wish to claim.  In differing times I took…

  • Let the children tell us. . .

    Do I have more minutes to finish?   There was no time for answers because the little one with a dash was out of sight.   In a few minutes he was back and announced,  I finish.   Having learned to wait while private things were finished,  I waited again while he proceeded to his room. I followed…