Archives for February, 2016
My little boy is two-and-a-half. Just old enough to start wrestling with the big stuff. And I’m not talking about tantrums, here. But the stuff that many of us will grapple with all the days of our lives.
He brings a toy or a flower to me in too many pieces.
His eyes are bright and wide, face beaming, awaiting the alchemy of togetherness and glue. He’s seen this magic many times....
My grandmother is a sly sage (as so many of our grandmothers seem to be).
On our most recent wander through her backyard, when I casually commented on her magnolia tree, she paused and replied,
“Yes, we have a lot to learn from the garden…”
And so we do.
It’s been a pretty bleak time for me over the last couple of years. (Which is why I took a break from blogging). Lots of changes driven...