These bones I carry were borrowed from women much stronger than I.
Know that when you need them, you can borrow mine.”
Nichole McElhaney, A Sisterhood of Smoke and Ash
The day begins with roll kuchen and a new summertime tradition is born.
There is a nature walk.
. . . sandcastles on the beach.
. . . games and conversation.
. . . pure joy as Daughter rolls down a hill with Granddaughter.
. . . a short stop at the store and a surprise encounter.
. . . baked salmon and watermelon feta salad.
. . . gymnastic and dance routines.
. . . movie night.
. . . and, of course, ice cream.
There are smiles. There is laughter.
There is love. There is gratitude.
There is something tangled and tenacious reaching out from the shadows of the past toward those who are here and those who will follow. And on, and on, and strong. And strong.
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This month, I’m posting a link every day to a blog from the eclectic collection I read regularly. Today, it’s a beautiful space called Knee Deep in Weeds (https://www.cathysly.com/) I love both the photos and the words shared here.