Shortly after my Dad died, I bought myself this amazing flower, an Amaryllis Lily. Its bulb is dipped in golden wax and it is self-sustaining. You don’t need to water it or anything. It just keeps blooming…these are the second set of flowers it has produced, after the first ones died off. The resurrecting flower. A sign of hope.
I am a cloud
lying exhausted on the mountain’s shoulders
heavy with tears
I am a cloud
leaving behind a faint trail of snow
an imprint of my embrace
I am a cloud
my misty fingers clinging to the treetops
as I drift along
longing for their steadfast patience
I am a cloud
moved by wind and water
a constant living painting
unfolding across the sky
✨By various miracles, including a generous friend who gave me her spot, and a generous husband who agreed to work from home while watching our 7 kids, I’ve been able to go on a much desired silent retreat this weekend. It is amazing to have this restful time to myself to ponder such things as the quiet movement of clouds across the sky, in between naps and beautiful meditations in the chapel. Praying for you all as I recharge my batteries and fill up my bucket with beauty. ✨
When smoke blocked the sun
and the grey skies were dreary
my sunflower bloomed
It’s a relief to see some blue sky again after the oppressive days of smoke. Best wishes to all who are suffering because of the wildfires. I hope the rain will also wash away your somber skies and bring back the sun! 🌞
“Dream and Your Dreams Will Fall Short”
So here’s my happy headline for the week: I’m on workshop at the Copper Ridge Conference Centre at Britannia Beach and it’s amazing! After years of fundraising efforts, and the amazing generosity of many donors, both great and small, the dream of a beautiful, peaceful place for people to come on retreat has come true! But don’t take my word for it—look! This is the view from my room!!
I feel so incredibly happy because when I’m surrounded by beautiful nature, I feel like I’m twelve again, and tromping through the woods with my brothers.
I’ve been able to do things like stick my feet in the cool rushing creek…
…perch on top a huge rock to gaze and the view, read my book and write.
…..and swim in the ocean at this beach!
All of this would be great even if we were roughing it and camping, but boy are we not. Instead our small group (half the usual size due to Covid safety measures) is staying in the elegant centre and being treated like queens by the lovely administration who cook for us…a massive treat for a group of busy moms! Because we can only seat two at each table, we’ve taken turns sitting with someone different at most meals, and have all gotten to know each other so much better! This has been a balm for my company-starved soul!
So what does it look like, the building?
Well, that’s enough pictures for one day…next time I’ll show you the wildflowers, some of the old artwork inside….and more of those lovely views!
Miracles do happen! Hope your day is filled with them!
Misadventures in Housekeeping
Some days at home feel great and you gets lots done…others feel like giant battles against the mysterious forces spreading Lego all over the floor and stealing all the matching socks!
Happy Easter from the Eastlands
This Easter we are grateful for simple beauties, being together when so many are alone, and for having a garden for our children to play in since we can’t go elsewhere! All of these are huge blessings. Wishing you all many caresses of tenderness and hope this spring! Let’s stay in touch; I’m always so happy to hear from family, friends, and even ‘strangers,’ for who can really be a stranger when we are all in this together…
God bless you and keep you safe and grant you peace of heart! Happy Easter! 🙂
After another homeschool day inside, my kids burst out into the evening sunshine to play in our yard, joyful within the necessary confines of our gates.
Since I cannot come to church today
I’ll try to find you as I pray.
I’ll see you, my God,
in humble little places–
bejewelled flowers and children’s faces,
things of beauty, gentle graces.
Our world is fragile
yet crocuses cup sunshine
and daffodils bloom