life held simple pleasures
Questioning if this will be the last time—
a glimmer fills the darkness
the mighty Rocky Mountains–
then out of nowhere
As a child one afternoon, I remembered sitting quietly in my grandmother’s living room and listening to her talk to about her family. For many years after her mother died when she was so young, she didn’t have very much information about her family. Since some of the talk was for adults only, I was sent to another room where, I admit, I eavesdropped their conversation. One name that came up time after time was Uncle Walter. This kind man, who never married, always cared for his many family members and shared his home to all who needed a place to live. Continue reading “Uncle Walter”
She knew exactly the day, the very hour when she became lukewarm. It was the day Trevor told her that he was leaving. Sighing quietly, Jenn sat on the sofa; Ranger jumped on the couch next to her and whined. “You need to be walked, and I need to get out of this place for awhile,” she told her dog.
After grabbing a sweater and the leash, she slipped on her old beat up tennis shoes, for they were heading to the beach today. Outside, it was cloudy. “Should we walk, or take the car, Ranger?” Upon hearing his name, the dog looked up at the woman who had rescued him from the shelter just a few months ago. When she looked at her pet, the dog began barking and wiggling with pent up energy after being cooped in the house all night. “Walk, it is,” she told him. Continue reading “Anything but Lukewarm”
Roots run deep in this family,
A cord that binds each generation to the next.
A spirit of the familiar that offers wisdom and strength. Continue reading “Roots”