The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Friday, June 10, 2016

That FB "memories" posting is usually amusing.  Recently a pic from several years ago "popped up" reminding me that I had stopped at the Texas welcome center on I20 on the same day different years.  It seemed so random to be unintentionally in an unusual place on the same day years apart.  It felt like a button on the cloak of time.  Being "welcomed home" is a favorite experience.

This picture popping up this morning took me by surprise.  He is "shushing me", comforting me, though I don't remember it, I can see the strength of a hug there.  I had said "It's still weird to take this type of shot with him missing."  My family was at his house for a quick visit ... we were snapping pictures of our kids in the bluebonnets.  I'm grateful that someone suggested a brother/sister shot of us ... glad to have this one.  The composition does seem to make room for the other brother, and given the exchange that was captured here, when I see this, I invariably see him not there.  This was posted to FB because it was the only picture of Tommy as an adult without the mustache.  It was posted as a way of sharing it with his then wife.  Gosh, life is full of weird.  This one recalled itself today.

I love being alive.

Last night I slept with the window partially open and heard the river flowing.  This morning both cats flew in to the house as soon as the door opened.  They wait there knowing that a can of delight is getting ready to find it's way to their little bowls.  Sunlight is streaming in and Sammy's shadow falls on the floor near my feet.  I think he wonders why the cats get to come in before the first cup of coffee is poured each day.

I've unpacked from the recent "girl's weekend" - so much fun!  We looked at grade school annuals and sat around the pool sipping cocktails and laughing about things both new and old. We began to talk about a day of floating down the Frio.  I feel so very fortunate to have old friends in my life.

Today ... lunch with my eldest son is planned and I've been looking forward to that.  I'm sitting here seeing a lot of different looking birds.  They are attracted to the feeders by the fancier blend of birdseed.  We are so lucky to live in a place that is so accommodating to wildlife.  I even like seeing the lizards strolling along the deck railing.  They look so relaxed stopping to fan out their pink throats.

Later, this afternoon, if there's time, I'm going to an aircraft expo.  I don't know what that's about.  Probably a way to market planes ... it'll be fun for me I think!

And tomorrow, we are driving up to visit C on her day off at the summer camp where she is working.
One of the kids is in Jamaica this week.  She'll come back brown as a cup of my coffee.  So glad she's getting a break from her office.  And later this month I'm making a road trip up to Colorado to spend time with another of our sons.  Five adult children.  I smile sitting here thinking about them.

1 comment:

vanderleun said...

ONe of the best things about this page is how, from time to time, it can help bring me back into the attitude of gratitude.