I'm off to worlds unknown for a few days -
I shall return...Lord willing.
Showing posts with label My family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My family. Show all posts
Great day with my parents...
In celebrating Father's Day, I surprised my dad with an unexpected visit to their home in Indianapolis. We spent the day working through a father/daughter task list that included several tech items, historical society queries, and real estate (packing & moving) advice. When it comes to my parents, Richard and Saralee, my cup is full and overflowing.
The love of a family is one of life's greatest blessings.
Clara Taylor
JUNE 1, 2011
South Oldham Middle School
8th Grade Graduation
Early morning antics with Madeline before the bus...
After the ceremony with Tessa...
Clara Taylor and me
Murphy and his baby girl...
Tessa and Clara Taylor...
Celebrating with family...
Lookout South Oldham High School - here she comes...
Living in transition...
Tumbling out the door into quiet darkness.
We leave behind a trail of tucked corners like mice storing for winter.
He might roll over but doesn't wake.
We are awake and beginning our first conversations of the day.
Our booty is neatly stacked and stored to hybernate until spring.
Four large tubs, chilled & in disarray, align the garage walls.
They are filled with ... days, week and months to come.
11.08/Indy
Today, I am thankful for...
Whispering voices in my kitchen in the early morning hours.
Conversational walks in the evening with my daughters.
Sitting down to dinner ~ joining hands ~ a circle of five.
Clara Taylor's way of holding my face in her hands ~ eye to eye ~ to hold my attention.
A steaming cup of Dilmah while relaxing.
A lunch hour spent reading and journaling.
Glimpses of Spring - bright colors that wash away the gloominess of winter.
Silly antic's and laughter while shopping with my girls.
remix?
A recent conversation with my thirteen year old.
"I like that music you're listening to." (13yo)
"Thanks, it's Norah Jones. A remix of 'Don't Know Why'. Do you know what a remix is?" (me)
"Mama."
"Well, I didn't know if you knew..."
"Mama - this place where I live (circular swipe of her index finger) is NOT a rock. I do not live under a rock."
"Oh."
"I know what a remix is..."
Buttercup...
Six years ago we added yet another female to the Belding household named Buttercup! She loves to eat lettuce leaves, timothy hay, and carrots. She is a champion begger and squeaks with delight when anyone opens the refrigerator doors.
For my husband...
To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Taste death
“Taste death as though it were present...taste it with the lips of your living body [so] that you can know emotionally that you are a creature who will die."
-Martin Luther
Taste death as though it were present. I did once.
From the moment my grandmother whispered 'the cancer has returned', the daffodils popping up from a cold hard soil, till the last moment her thin frame inhaled its last breath, her death altered my life forever. Never before had I loved and lost. Never before had I felt emptiness wash over me like a tidal wave of sadness.
Why had I not held her hand everytime when we walked side by side? How could my mind catalog and store all the loving images of her within my heart and mind? How would I survive without her gentle force moving and shaping my life?
I woke up.
Death changes the way you live.
...at the waterfront
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| Madeline, Saralee, Tessa, Clara Taylor, and Richard |
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| Clara Taylor and Madeline |
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| Madeline, Clara Taylor, and Tessa |
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| Shadows... |
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bittersweet...
An adjective
[ bit-er-sweet, bit-er-sweet ] - both pleasant and painful : a bittersweet memory.
Watching her move in her own space,
outside of me
and beyond...
My spiritual formation...
Every moment presents an opportunity to offer up my reasonable act of service.
Of worship.
I fold these clothes, Father, to you I give glory.
I prepare a warm meal...to give you glory.
Every moment offers an opportunity to see and speak to Him who never leaves.
It isn't about legalistic, dead living. It is about He who is risen from the dead living with me and through me and in me, keeping company with me, directing me each step of my spiritual path.
Where is my focus?
(Ann Voskamp)
St. James Court Art Show
We spent Saturday morning walking through the many booths at Louisville's St. James Court Art Show. This year the crowds seemed larger (lots of tight manevering) and the food selection bigger. We could choose from BBQ sandwiches, elephant ears, Kizito cookies, Panera, and the best ice cream ever - Chaney's from Bowling Green, KY. Tessa and I shared a wok inspired veggie concoction that included cabbage, onions, mushrooms, pasta and plenty of spice! Madeline and Clara Taylor stayed on the safe side and had corn dogs.
We purchased tie-dye shirts and silver errings made out of antique silver spoons. We saw a family friend's booth of beautiful purses, Lisa C. Check them out!
I had a WONDERFUL day with my girls...
We missed you Jill.
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