Marriage Blessing


My heart is filled with love for my youngest son on this, his wedding weekend.  It spills with joy to know that soon, he will clasp the delicate hands of his beautiful bride to recite hand-written vows in blue on white.  Holding her small in the large of his own, loving glances will dart until magic words are said.  “I Do.”

Not long ago, I penned of him, praying God would bring answers to questions of a life drifting here and there.  A mother knows when her son struggles to find that certain something http://wp.me/p41md8-X9.  So ironic it is to read what I wrote of that day.  How could I possibly know that God’s plan was already in place?

A few days after the above, a new career began for this son of mine.  Even he did not expect his whole life to change…. While in training, his special one caught his eye.  She, so beautiful with pools of blue and hair of gold. Kind too, with a heart and spirit to match my son.  She is good for him and he for her.  A friendship began with love in the air.  Her family became his and hers became ours.  Such a blessing it has been for each and every one of us!

Sure to become teary-eyed while listening to my son’s wedding vows, I could not be more at peace than I am on this day.  He has an enormous gift in his bride together with his new family, one that he waited for until God decided, “It was time.”

May God bless the marriage of my youngest son together with his new wife.  I pray they live with Health, Love, Trust, Fidelity, Friendship and Support for one another as long as they both shall live.

~Amen~

 

Second Time Around


Dear Readers:

With new grand-babies celebrating birthdays, another son soon to get married (less than a week) plus the whirlwind of activities surrounding such, I’m cheating here a bit.

The post below has a a special place within my heart containing a lesson with much meaning.  I thought of it as I braked for a bright, yellow school bus that had stopped in front of me this morning.  The stop sign of red on a gate of black directed me to wait. Before I  wrote the words below, a special kind of golden bus had stopped in front of me where I observed other things that day.  Not long after, I met an exceptional new ‘friend’ in my comment section.  I’ve grown to read and love her own blog for she truly is a gifted writer.  Somewhere within her message to me she said, “I am that mother…..”  I remember the way her words jolted me at first, to think that She could be “That Mother.”  Reading them, I had to stop to catch my breath.  They caught me off guard, causing me to shed a tear.  Perhaps she did too.

The “Mother” opened a new window for me, allowing the warmth of the sun to shine through my little spot here on Wordpress.  Comments are special.  They take time to write, allowing me to believe that I’ve had an impact on others in some small way.  As one who has great passion for words to share,  I do not take them lightly.

Thank you to this heartfelt “Mother”…who blogs at NESTpirations, also here on WordPress. I love your writing and your heart together with your special soul.  You’ve made a positive difference in my life.  Please visit her site, you will not be sorry.  I tried to add a hyperlink, but was unable to.  😦

To all of my readers,  I thank you for being with me, for your comments today tomorrow and the next day too.

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Dedicated to Karen together with her beautiful family.

End of Season


I shall miss my lovely sunflower bed
Thank you for my days of yellow splendour
Where atop red patio bricks
In rocking chair of natural wicker 
Lyrics of trickling fountain melodies
Splashed near petals of dotted chocolate kisses
Oh to breathe in deeply ere out slowly
A sad good-bye forth seasons of Fall and Winter,
Gleeful anticipation to sense God’s hint of Spring
Not long to seek emerald green in clay of red
Peeking buds bloom finally bursting forth
Gifts of happiness have come yet again
From far above for me to share and love
Until then, sleep well my yellow friends

Through the Lens of a Child


Each and every day and usually more than once, I drive past a lovely Equestrian Center very close to my home.  It’s a beautiful place where horses of all breeds are boarded, competitions are held, lessons are taught, trail rides are given, and magic happens. Only recently, I found this out.

On any given day, behind white split-rail fencing in flat, muddy fields I’ll see Mares munching on bales of hay, Stallions kept at bay, Geldings trotting close enough to take a look, and if I’m very, very lucky, a Mama nursing her baby foal on spindly legs or a dewy colt barely born.

This past summer on a still afternoon, my husband and I pulled into the dusty parking lot of the above with our little grand-daughter who squealed with delight.  Clouds of brown welcomed our car with poofs of air the color of smoke.  A wooden porch of sun-bleached planks greeted us before we checked in.  Sitting on the plain pine bench, I almost expected a prickly tumbleweed to roll by!

The smell of open barns drifted my way, drawing me in.  My grand-daughter’s small of hand clasped my own, looking up to me.  Her eyes of saucer blue together with a smile that melts my heart-so-much stopped me in my tracks.   We went on to visit countless stalls of fresh cream-colored straw, most with horses living in them.  Others were out, taking a break.  Everything was ‘new’ to her, a story waiting, words to say, magic happening…..

Wafting through the first barn was the musty scent of sweaty horse hair together with manure from a nearby field of weeds.  Click-Click…sounds of fancy cowboy boots tapping on the pitted cement floor while silver spurs passed right in front of us!   So close we could almost touch them!  Shiny silver with sparkling jewels together with little stars twinkling from them!   On the wall to the left, a long row of black helmets hung from dark brass hooks.  “But, why…,” she asked.  Always a question, forever an answer.  “To keep you safe,” I explained.

“I want to see the horses, Grandpa,” our grand-daughter exclaimed, jumping up and down!  My husband lifted her with both hands, propping her up on his shoulders to get a better view over the fence-line.  Gorgeous, smooth, soft-to-the-touch heads in solids and spots sprung from their lunch breaks to check us out.  Pointed ears in brown, black or tan tapered just so, in curiosity.  Long, wiry hair of swishing tails swinging back and forth.  Sooo pretty!

Thinking it might be time to go, we moved towards the car.  “Where are the ponies,” came tiny words from little, ‘Moppet Head.’  My husband and I held her hands to walk several blocks to the last and final barn.  Home to all of the ponies.  There she hung on the rail, eye-level to ‘horses’ more her size.  She whispered close to their ears, named each and every one and visited their stalls, before blowing imaginary kisses to say, “Good-Bye.”

After all my time in living here, it took the innocence of a child for me to truly see the magic in a place I’ve barely glimpsed before.  How much MORE of life is there to live, if only I could look through the lens of a child?

 

 

My Happy Place


There is a familiar spot here in great St. Louis, where people flop inside or outside, leaving their troubles behind for another time.  Actually, this hang-out is located in a toy town called Kirkwood, about ten miles from the chocolate color of my dusty garage door.

When summer begins to wane the weather is perfect, like this time of year.  Today, barely a soul of young or old can be found inside the multiple front doors of the welcoming café.  Instead, eagle eyes scan the outdoor crowd, looking for any sign of movement in case an imaginary “Vacancy” sign pops up.  Deep breaths are taken.  Fresh air is inhaled while lungs expand. Ahhh, relaxation begins!

It is here that a new discovery is made each and every time I visit.  Who would think that a simple, non-descript patio made of concrete cement would have such an impact on my life?  And, yet it does.  This is my Happy Place.  A corner of wired tables in black with matching chairs on top of grey.  Wait…take a seat, sit down to rest your feet.  Shhh, watch and listen.  This is a haven full of people who are living in the moment.

Do you see what I see?  There are mothers pushing strollers, babes in arms, Daddies giving horsy-rides and coffee cups made of china white.  Children riding scooters, chocolate milk clutched in little hands, bikers, joggers, bunnies in wagons and toasted bagels laden with cream cheese.  Kisses on cheeks, grandparents carrying toddlers, and dogs-of-all-kinds. Pacifiers in pink or blue, books being read and luxury leashes made of leather.  Working laptops, baked banana bread so good, couples on first dates, I-phones, singles and fountains splish-splashing.  Love is in the air, walkers, bottles filled with water, smiles, secrets and even bellies-SO BIG!

My husband clasps my hand to find me the best seat.  He pulls out my chair before inquiring what I’d like to sip and eat.  “A vanilla cappuccino,” he asks, expecting a “Y.E.S.” Next, his words so sweet, “A cinnamon roll warmed for you?”  He is the very best man and I am the luckiest of women.  Soon he comes back with my treats.

While nibbling, I stop to “people watch,” snap a few pictures, and meet new friends.  The sun feels warm to my skin, pinking my cheeks.  Next to me, I meet the cutest Labradoodle who excitedly poses for me.  And then, a “Hallmark” moment begins.

A few feet away, the sweetest girl of young reaches up and over on tippy-toes to kiss her loved one so dear.  She has long and lovely dark hair, wears shorts and seems to surprise the woman who is older than she.  My heart skips a beat.

Seconds go by.  The freshly kissed woman passes our table.  My husband smiles, pointing to our phone.  “Look,” he says, stopping her.  A gentle grin, big and wide slides over pretty, white teeth.  She is touched by what she sees, going on to tell us a bit about her lovely grand-daughter.

Looking across at her table, she notices more seats taken.  Chairs pulled out.  Tennis shoes underneath.  This time by her husband together with a darling, young grand-son wearing metal and leather braces strapped to thin legs.  Briefly, we talk about Chronic Conditions.  “He was born with clubfeet,” she says, speaking of her other darling one.  “He’s already had several surgeries,” she adds, “with more to come.”  She speaks matter-of-factly, with no hint of ‘woe-is-me‘ in her voice when she glances over at her loved ones.

There is no doubt, no question in my mind that this is where I am supposed to be.   Right now, right here at this moment in time.  A new Life Lesson for me today.  How special it is to have and hold this “Hallmark” tip-toed kiss upon a grandmother’s lips!  From an innocent grand-daughter to her loving grandmother.  A story of life trials chock full of smiles on this very morning.  Lucky for me.

No matter how brief, this will forever be “My Happy Place.”

 

What Nature Teaches You


Sunlight shimmered, streaking through white window panes of my kitchen patio doors this morning.  Brightness woke my limbs from further slumber.  Six o’clock.  A smiling face of walnut wood from the clock on the wall told me so.  Scents of lemon oil drifted beneath my nose.  Time to wake-up!

“Doodle” dog nudged my feet of bare, signaling his readiness to go out into the world, to sniff wheat-colored plumes of grasses nearby, and to check invisible boundaries for any possible intruders.  My hand was on the door’s bronze lever, seconds from pushing it down to open it up.  Outside, a ruffle of feathers caught the corner of my eye.

Only a few feet from garden bricks was a new ‘family’ for me to see!  Beneath our bird feeder, the one where bright red Cardinals, Blue Jays and Sparrows of speckled brown rest on perches near, five Turkeys pecked leftover seeds on the ground below.

I have often seen one or two before.  The Hen, of course, who feeds for the invisible brood she hides safely away.  And once or twice in the last six years, I’ve witnessed a large Tom waddling up and over our backyard hill, his long turkey neck of reddish-blue wobbling back and forth within the breeze.  This morning, it was a true gift from God for me.  To see this sight of such rarity!

As the large Tom bobbed his head, pecking for seeds within the earth of clay, the Hen spread her wide wings, revealing three tiny babies, “Poults.”  Not much larger than the eggs of a goose, they were covered in brown and white downy feathers that glistened in the sun.  Their small eyes were dark black the color of wet ink.   Darting this way and that, they were already keenly aware of any possible danger.

Just as I was about to grab my camera, a doe and her fawn scampered by, spooking my new backyard ‘family.’  WOOSH went the Tom who flew straight up into the nearest, tallest tree!  I never saw a turkey fly, but most definitely they do.  The noise is shockingly loud, like thunder clouds of flapping feathers.  The Tom flew straight up into the bright blue sky, rather than soaring side-to-side, like most birds do.

As for ‘Tom’s’ family who were left quite skittish in my back yard, they took off very quickly.  The Hen tried to gather her poults, spreading her wings while running toward the forest.  Being ‘babies,’ the feathered toddlers waddled in different directions while ‘Mama’ yelped her loudest, trying to keep them close to her.

Like little wind-up toys zipping towards the woods, three baby ‘poult’s carried a lesson for me today.  Life moves forward in a flash, often unexpectedly.  Don’t wait to pocket a picture of your dream.  Catch it before something surprises you.

Mystical Magesty


 

 

 

 

Early morning fog descends

Surrounding mystical trees

Creating beautiful sights to behold

Hush now, silent words begin to whisper

Listen closely to stories breeze

Through winds of imagination

Sometimes stopping to rest upon a branch

Wondering what their needles and limbs

Have hidden beneath a peak of pine?

Tiptoeing near wafting scents so dear to me

One-two-three, don’t ever let me go

Plopping down to soak like sponge tales newly sapped

Dampness tickles barefoot skin sinking into grasses green

Atop the ground where seedlings fell

Watered from Heaven’s rain hovering in fluffy clouds above

To think how nature once so miniscule

Became God’s miracles of majesty

Children’s Need to Fly


“ABC” or 1-2-3. Can’t think of anything more perfect than this. So lovely are the little children.

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Here is a fantastic quotation by Helen Hayes,

The American actress who my parents admired

from the movie, “A Farewell to Arms.”

She lived from 1990 until 1993:

“From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put

one foot in front of the other.

But when books are opened, you discover you have wings.”

I shop at our local “Global Village Shop,” found at 27 N. Sandusky St.

in Delaware, Ohio. I know many of the retired individuals, some

from churches, who volunteer to work or ‘man’ the cash register.

I bought some stationery, where the monies from this colorful

note paper will go to somewhere in Africa.  I am proud to

say; We have the only Fair Trade certified

collection in Ohio.

On the back of the paper, it has another great idea about the World

of Children. It includes all the letters of the English alphabet:

I…

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