Hugs from a Dead Mom

Hugs from a Dead Mom

Spirituality
empty and fulllost and presenttenuous and tightdespair and hope sadness and joyanger and love how can i possibly let golet the reality of your absenceexist simultaneously withthe memory of your presence?the memory wars with the longing to capture a non-existent conversationcounseling on the wisdom of raising children or of enteringa woman’s life of another phase.when all i want to do isyell, “where are you?” sometimes it seems thatmy thoughts of you areas flighty as remembrancesof a fairy floating by.questioning the reality ofthe situation and wonderingwho you really were.a fairy princess viewed througha child’s eyes or a woman of depth, a mother, a wife, an employee, a lover.  but you are forever immortalized as a fairy who flits in and out ofour lives as memories surfaceand abate as the
From sublime to ridiculous

From sublime to ridiculous

Spirituality
OK…usually I put papers, sermons, and poetry up.  Very little just plain talking.  But this, I had to simply share.  We have had record heat today in Seattle (the sublime).  The temperature has ranged in the area from 102 to 110 depending exactly where you are in the Pac NW.  While driving to pick up teriyaki from Apple Teriyaki in Redmond (they are FABULOUS! and no way am I cooking in the heat!)…I heard an announcement on National Public Radio (NPR) stating that we were under a flash flood watch.  It was complete with the beeps and all the weird sounds that emergency weather conditions come with.  Well, I thought, “I have lost my mind!”  Either the radio folks were nuts or I was audio-hallucinating!  But look at what I got in email today: Is this ridiculous or what?   Love & Shalom,
Ladybug’s Tabernacle

Ladybug’s Tabernacle

Spirituality
Ladybug’s Tabernacle Welcome to the tabernacle of the ladybug!Join us in our opening hymn, The Glory of the Tree. Glory, Glory, Glory to the highest.Glory, Glory, Glory to the tree. Gracious Tree of Life, You precede our needs with a path laid in wisdom.The crooked cracks of your bark lead us to sustenance.Grant us the wisdom to walk the labyrinth of crevices.Relying on you to provide the guidance we need.To arrive at the life-giving source. In the name of the Tree, the Leaf, and the Aphid, Amen. © 2009, Terri Stewart Inspired by photography of Christine Valters Paintner of Abbey of the Arts.