Thursday, September 7, 2017

“The beginning is always today.”

~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

I wake thinking about my writing group’s prompt for this month–fresh starts and new beginnings–and a kaleidoscope of memories run through my mind. Defining moments: some momentous, others ordinary, all heralding in a different season of life.

The day I brought each of my children home from the hospital.

First days of school–theirs and mine.

The first, and only, Christmas morning I woke alone in an empty house.

Moving to a new home.

Moving to a new country.

Starting a job.

Leaving a job.



Holding a grandchild for the first time.

Planting a garden.

Publishing a book.

Sudden deaths–too many of these.

This peaceful morning when I can choose to begin again


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Such a beautifully composed photo, and a hopeful quotation.

    1. Thanks so much, Alexa.

  2. Holding a grandchild…for the first time. I remember the first one, now 12. And the second one – he was a problem from the beginning! 🙂 But he’s fine now. I remember it all. I am so grateful that I can be where my A.F. son and his family are, that I can move every time they move (my son calls me, with humor, Stalker Mom), but it’s the best part of my life, being with my grands as they grow up.

    1. That you are blessed to be able to be with your grands through all the stages of your life is such a treasure, Karen. Simply priceless for all of you.

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