Family Quilt

A collage of fabric woven together, each distinct pattern a vital part of the whole. Some span across to the distant corners bordering the quilted edges.

There are patches that may never closely connect, regardless together they share this space, holding steady. Perhaps one or two are rough around the edges, the wool from the black sheep? Towards the center, the fabric yields to meet each side of the whole.

It is knitted together by the thin thread of life, held together by the resolute stitch of love. The patterns of the past, the designs of today and the illuminating colors of the future are bonded together within this quilt. This is the warmth, the comfort of family.

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Light ✨

What is vulnerability but the courageous act of bearing the light of your soul in the darkness so that others may see?

Life 5/9/16

The gift of life; a beautifully disguised Pandora’s box.

 

Along the way, it may become soiled and torn. It may even lose its form.

 

It may become tarnished …indiscernible, incomprehensible. The crescent bow taunting, memories haunting.

 

Clenching hands that try to hold it, fumbling fingers that try to mold it.

 

The gift is in receiving it…in claiming it, crappy wrapping and all.

Firefly 7/7/15

There is a firefly, it lives in the brush; it never requests a single thing from us.

Yes, just a winged beetle it may be, but it represents so much more to me.

Glimpses of its flashing light, this winged beetle displays in flight.

Indeed, nature unselfishly gives this glowing dance that illuminates the night.

Beauty 8/11/14

~Beauty, Beyond Skin Deep~

The beauty of loving the skin you are in, no matter how thin it has been.

The beauty of holding your head up high, even when you want to cry.

The beauty of knowing when to say “No”, even if others do not think so.

The beauty of catching a glimpse of birds in flight or of welcoming the rising sun, waiting patiently for more to come.

The beauty of cultivating a loving heart & mind, always striving to be kind.

The beauty of adoring your family’s laughter & not for one second caring what comes after.

The beauty of aiming to be part of this world with a story to be told.

The beauty of forgiving because in the end, is it really not worth living?

The beauty of knowing at the end of the day, it really will be O.K.

The beauty of holding out for one last dance while you still have a chance.

The beauty and honor of being a Mother or of creating a life that gives selflessly to others.

The beauty of embracing who you are while wishing on a star.

Yes, I can appreciate all kinds of beauty but especially when it defines us truly.

For Phil 6/15/14

~The World to Me~

Above, where the clouds effortlessly drift and the blossoming sky greets the sea; that is what you mean to me.

Just as the sun warms the coarse sand and the echoing rain coats the fertile land; you offered to me a steady hand.

As the earth below welcomes the grasping roots of a flower and the royal moon above reigns the star light hours; you loved me as if I was yours.

On this day and those yet to come; I will forever appreciate all that you have done.

These Words 6/3/14

As from my heart, these words that I write are a mere reflection of the life & of the love within me. As simple or absurd as they may seem to thee, they are all but the life within me. So, as they beseech due kindness, respect & understanding; may these all be granted onto me.