When you get bad news, it’s OK to be sad… but then, what?
You wake up in the morning and you want to hide under your blanket, wishing it was still night and you did not have to face another day. …What’s going on? Maybe you have had recent grief in the family, or you are dealing with a separation, with sickness or with financial problems. Maybe there is just no particular reason…You just wake up and it’s there. The sadness. The worry. The fear.
— Suburp Blogger
Sadness is simply one of the ways we process bad news. The news I’m struggling to process is not my news, but that of dear friends… Continue reading » It’s OK to Be Sad AND It’s OK to be Glad
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
— Eskimo Proverb
Today, we got a new kitten. Actually, we didn’t choose to get a kitten. He (unnamed at this point) seems to have gotten separated from his mother, possibly by a coyote. One of the neighbors heard him crying early this morning because he had climbed into the nice, warm engine compartment of a nearby car. After trying to get him to leave the car by turning on the engine, they finally had to sound the horn to get him to give up his “safe” place.
Sometimes, when you need a writing inspiration, God provides. Here is this darling kitten, so small we’re not sure that Continue reading » Using Hope to Mend Our Lives
You have to choose where you look, and in making that choice you eliminate entire worlds.
— Barbara Bloom
I don’t know about you but I find this photo intriguing. Broken, trampled and bruised, this tattered bloom was captured by a very insightful photographer, Todd Baker, who tells us he “Nearly stumbled over this poor, delicate beauty on my way to work one cold November morning. Dropped right in the middle of the parking lot, it looked to have been given quite a squish by at least a few busy feet. [Feet that were] too busy to stop, too busy to care, too busy to know what they missed.”
In my home is a small, red-clay pot that I display prominently because its beauty pleases me. My husband’s brother, a sculptor and artist by trade, lovingly crafted the small vase early in his career in homage to American Indian artistry. But somewhere, sometime, in its travels among households, the pottery was dropped and a large, V-shaped chunk broke off, breeching the narrow opening, leaving a gaping hole.
Whenever my brother-in-law visits, he offers to fix it. I am sad that the brokenness displeases him – it offends his creative intent, it’s NOT as he planned.
But I always nix the fix. I like it the way it is, broken and beautiful. For you see, he hid a secret inside the vase – he enameled the inside surfaces a stunning blue-sky azure that can only be seen with the side caved in.
Beautiful Imperfections Grace Our Lives
It occurs to me that we move so quickly through our lives that we miss the ordinary but ephemeral gifts that bless our busy lives – lives that often feel broken because things are NOT going as we planned.
Continue reading » Broken but Beautiful
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