filled with joy, pain, laughter, tears
filled with joy, pain, laughter, tears
May not do it well
words may be hard to come by
but I will love you
Crow in my backyard
Enjoying frozen bagels
I like watching him
Today in Blogging 101 the assignment is to create a Blogroll. To the right of my posts there is already a list of blogs I follow. So, I thought I’d highlight a couple of them here.
Sharon’s blog caught my eye because of her quote form Paulo Coelho at the top. However she has lovely pictures on her blog, I love her categories, especially “Vintage and Ephemera.” It is kind of like a moment for contemplation and escape for me. https://sharonmcconnel.wordpress.com/
Only 100 words is an interesting concept and the stories offer me things to think about. Often a little surprise at the end, something to think about and a moment to read a story at only 100 words. What a nice gift to me when I need a break.I feel like I’ve accomplished something! Besides that I like the blog, although I haven’t met the person behind it, she offered suggestions to me that I appreciated when I first started blogging. It is sometimes a risk to reach out to others, and I’m grateful when someone does that for me.
Miss Understood writes Haiku. (Need I say more?!) Have to support other Haiku bloggers. Love the pictures that are matched to the Haiku. Nice blog to visit.
SO- I like the idea of sharing what I’m reading so I may keep doing this from time to time. Hope the links work and hope you enjoy visiting these blogs.
A topic suggested in somewhere in the blogging 101 commons is “on my wall.” I’m in and I’m intrigued. I read a couple of my fellow bloggers posts and feel even more interested. For example, The Little Novice (https://thelittlenovice.wordpress.com/) wrote a lovely one that notices lights, among other observations made in the post.
I got to thinking, what is “on my wall?” There are family pictures and lots of framed embroidery samplers many of them created by a woman who does primitive folk art work. There are pictures on my wall given to me by a dear friend, there are angels because I have collected them/they have been given to me since one of my first jobs.
But one thing that I often try to stand near hangs almost hidden in a corner of our kitchen. It has hung in nearly every place we have lived for a very long time. It was a “gift” to me because really, I was not supposed to have it. It belonged to my sister-in-law who was sadly killed in an automobile accident when she was in her early thirties. Honestly, I don’t know how we came to have it. It is one of the things I prize highly.
I’ve tried to attach a link to a picture at the end of the post. It is written in what I believe is Arabic. The letters are brass with a blue background and I have framed it in blue with a white mat. I thought it might be a saying, but I cannot find it explained as such. I only know the translation because it was written in pencil on the cardboard backing of the letters. It reads, “You have many gifts which you must remember.”
When my sister in law died, it became mine, I think because I was drawn to it, even though I did not know -right away- what it said. I don’t know if anyone in my family has paid it much mind, but it informs me in many ways. It reminds me to be grateful more and to whine less. It informs my world view, and I hope many of my days. It helps me remember stories, loved ones and special events. The death of my sister-in-law caused my husband and me to affirm our lives by having a child. I believe the words for many reasons, not the least of which is this. Her death really gave us the courage to start our family. Life was humming along and I don’t think we would have our oldest child had she not died.
I like to think she knows that, her spirit guiding and watching over us. She died overseas and we did not get to say goodbye to her. Her unexpected gift is something I cherish. She is a gift I remember, and offer a silent prayer of thanks to, when I see the words on my wall.
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