Just a couple of new pages to share with you today. Pages with more thoughts that have been jumbling around in my head…
One of my favorite little poems from a favorite poet~the words so gently beautiful~yet powerful at the same time…Hope.
And with that hope, that hope that when moments come for me to stand up and do what I need to do, that I will. I will keep hoping…
Wishing you beautiful moments of peace and hope this week.
Julie
Just a day. Isn’t it amazing how a day—a moment—can stay alive in your memory from your earliest days? There may not have been anything momentous about that moment, but it stays…it just stays.
My memory, I’m sure, is helped along by the pictures that were snapped in those moments by my father, but I remember. I remember the feel of the concrete steps on my bare little legs. I remember a feeling. I remember love…
I love the contentment I see in my little-girl self’s face. I love my hand wrapped around my beautiful, young mother’s arm as she leans close to give me a sweet mother’s kiss…moments….
Just a moment in time. My time…my moment…made all the more precious by the love I see in these captured moments and the love that was—and is still—given.
Julie
