Somehow I managed to publish part of a post this morning, I hope it did not get delivered by email. Let's try again...
Ding!, Am I awake now?
I found this on the old blog. It's been 11 years. Seems like yesterday.
Today, still standing after all that wind.
I'm a bit loopy today, so let's leave it at that...
What a beautiful remembering. Thank you for sharing. We carry this grief, and all share it in some way or another. Moving forward with it tucked in our hearts is part of us now. There is letting go and holding on both at the same time. My dad died last year, and my mom died five years ago. I am surrounded by many old papers, photos, and fabric from their house: my dad’s billfold and my mom’s scarf. We can linger in this other dimension together. Stay rooted in your wind!
Aw, man…such a heartfelt honoring of your mom.
16 years for my mama and she is in my dreams a lot these days. So much I’d like to talk to her about.
Your typed words, in that font and writing style, placed on that image is very powerful. (((hugs)))
Hi jude, I want to do that line technique you use in the first photo …… and in a circle ! Looks so cool !
L0ve.
My mother is 29 years gone and I still miss the Monday night phone calls; even after the second stroke when, due to speech problems there were long periods of silence. So many times I want to call her to say things like “Hey Mom — the lilac you gave me is blooming”.
Such touching words. A different scenario than what we went through, but same outcome. And loopiness must be in the wind today.
Miss my momma too.
To whittle such a profound experience down to it’s essence, with simple and exquisite words, and then share that intimate beautiful image, connects us all with the thread of love that holds everything together.
OMG! It was windy last night.
Tomorrow during the day calling for 30 mph winds gusting to 45 mph!
I’m sad about the loss of quiet with all the visitors at the recently quiet beach. But I’ll still go on enjoying low tide walks, the sun, the sand, & the sea.
Sadness is not an unwanted thing for me. I feel you are ok with it. The contrast adds to the sense of joy.
Peace be with you in all your losses. 💖
12 years since my mom died… strange. For me, it feels like eons that she’s been gone. I’m with you in the loop being loopy.
One breath at a time….
Sending love to you Jude. ❤️
How even as death approaches, our parents still offer gifts, lessons and love. Your Mom- 11 yrs gone; my Dad, 46 yrs gone. June is a vulnerable month for me as my darling Dad was born in June. If he lived today, he would be 119! And after I wrote the word, lived, I smiled, because of course he does live, always with me in my thoughts, heart and memories, as is your darling Mom for you.
This is such a beautiful way to start my day… We’ve passed sunrise here but it’s still more dark than light. Neighborhood is quiet other than the birds. Still standing. 🙂
I stayed up later than normal quilting and now I feel off kilter 🙃
Beautiful written words 💙🕊️
& here we are, still standing~~
xoxo
Oh, Mothers! They still live in us! Your stitching of a Sunrise Daisy lightens me!
A beautifully poignant tribute to your mother, thank you for sharing that piece of your heart and soul. Hugs.
Your blog has touched my heart and then some…. allowing me to remember too.