Thank You....

Jackie.....

for honoring this often obtuse, sometimes nutty, now and then amorphous little place I call home. I am proud to be your adopted mother. (This is an honorary position as she does have a real life mother who has to be someone very special.) Proud because you write with grace and kindness, with humor and love. It is easy to "read" where your heart lies, to recognize your generosity and true genuineness. (Is that a word? If not, it should be.)
Jackie and I have often shared stories of raising sons; the joys, the bittersweet moments, and yes...the hilarity that always goes hand in hand with sharing a life with young men. Her boys are beautiful, responsible and remarkable. I always look forward to peeping in on the warmth and love that abounds, that is nourished and shared in her home. It is hard for me to feel that I give back an equal share to her.
(Does this sound like a love letter to a dear friend? If so, good!)

p.s. and edit: I just clicked on the link and came up with some strange stuff..as demonstrated (once again) I know not what I do. This Jackie is at smoothpebble. Eek and ackkk, will I ever learn?

p.p.s. or pi$$...I tried again, I think it now works. The wonder of a glass of wine! In vino veritas.

Best

G is for Gratitude and Grace

Gratitude for the abundance of Gifts that have been bestowed, Gratitude for the Grace that has been given...there is no place else I'd rather be than right here, right now...each and every day. I have questions about deserving all of these Gifts. I am reminded of the song:
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good.

Perhaps, I just don't know...but I do know it's important to give thanks to all Gifts Given.

Best.