it just happened again. last night and then just now….all these words here and when i push publish, go look, they are Gone. Will accept it this time.
the girls are seven. the other day i overheard talk of God and Jesus. I asked Emrie where she had heard of these things and she said TikTok. Well. OK then. So, last night and then just now i wrote a lot of words about God, the god thing….and i guess i'm just supposed to leave it alone. This picture is enough. is from Rumania Fistolin Liviu
dear Grace , i feel the change in your words ( hear the other sound in your voice)feel the tears in my eyes, hug from the heart , it’s oke .
yesterday the pc do’nt work he /she had a leasy day ( oke for me )
you go on with your life like only you do on that mountain,with family who come and go …and stay even present in you when they are gone , like we the blog reaction people we come and go and stay…. moments, for me a world i only knew by pc , we come and go like the day/night …. like the stars by dark sky even by cloudy wether knowing the are there, even in the sunlight , i’l speek with them say thank you for beïng there always living the star live, we see only the past of stars..
in our house we have a sculpture/statue of natieve women in bronze, in the early morning when i get up and put the smal saltcrystal light on she is next , my hand carres the back of that small women and say hello to here and all the other s who lived in those worlds it touched me … al those live’s far away AND close by
Thank you Grace and blog people for give it words … our live’s
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maria.. .it’s dark night now. still hot. 81 degrees. There are
coyotes running…a pack….lately. Most in that hour just before light in morning but tonight, in the dark. Minnow is down at the edge of this Hill….she barks…runs back off and on to the door, to check if i’m awake in case she needs me
i love the words come and go and stay even when gone
love the small woman you caress each morning as you light the light
Far away and close by
all This. all This is you. the god thing.
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i meant
all This. all This. You. the god thing.
but that other way, too….that way too.
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When my daughter was four, she and her brother (7) and the BFF (6) would draw ‘pictures for God’…lots of colors and crosses. They left them on the front porch for God (kind of like cookies for Santa?). I don’t know where the idea came from or what it meant to them. I was too busy being a mom to learn more about this passing phase. But I have wondered what it meant to them and why and what they thought when God didn’t come and take the pictures. My how we grow and evolve.
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I believe that more often than not God is associated with church. I get the why but for me God is just another word not a being. It’s the sky … the flowers like the one you posted here. It’s all the beauty in all the people places and things I encounter everyday. How I wish I could explain it better but I love that Emrie has you to without church there is no God. That would make me sad …
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