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“Hope” is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul…

And sings the tune without words

And never stops… at all. ”

-Emily Dickenson

Lately, perhaps out of necessity, I’ve been jotting down one thing I’m grateful for each day.  Somehow, the deliberate act of writing it down and tossing in my “grateful” jar restores me.   I have alway had hope, but as I age, I find the world more frightening.   Maybe now, more than ever,

Emily’s quote reminds me that hope is eternal.   As hard as it can be to muster, it’s there to be nourished.

How do you nourish your hope each day?

When I look at this picture of my mother, taken over the summer in her back yard by my sister,  I’m nourished.  I see the wisdom, grace and beauty of years lived. ❤




Decisive Mom

My mother called at 8:15 this morning.

“No, I’m not busy at that time,” said no Mom EVER.

I’ve got one sick child in bed and another one taking off with my car keys, yelling at me to follow while I’m running up the stairs to grab the checkbook.  Perfect time for a phone call and a bout of amnesia hits…what was I getting again?

I answer the phone coughing, practically choking on the pollen in my lungs.   The check book.   That’s it.  I remember only after going back downstairs.  My mother gets straight to the point.

Mom: “Oh, you don’t sound great.  Are you sick?”

Me: “Yes, my allergies are beating me up.”

Mom: “Well, then you can’t pick me up, I’ll have to call Erica back and tell her.”

Me:  “Wait. Mom. Where are you? What are you talking about?”  She lives in Maine.  I live in North Carolina.

Mom:  “I’m flying into Raleigh tomorrow.”

Me: “Wait, tomorrow?”

Mom:  “Yes, I made the reservation at 2 am this morning.”

Me:  “Well, do you think you could give me a little more head’s up before you make your plans?”

Mom: “Would you have preferred that I call you at 2am?”

Me: “No, Mom, I would not prefer that.”

And there you have it.  Mom’s coming.   Tomorrow.

She’ll fit right in with our busy schedules.

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Me and my mom.

She’ll have to. 🙂


Loons, Eskimos And My Mom

“Do not make loon soup.”

Valuable advice from The Eskimo Cookbook (1952)

“Loons have always been my favorite wildlife.  Ever since I heard Clair De Lune.”

My mother’s response to my loon soup quote while talking to her on Skype yesterday.

I ask her why loons are her favorite.  She says”  Because they catch fish and fly.

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