Allowing my heart to feel deeply, in the joy and the sadness.
Tears on the edge of my eyes.
Not just hearing but really trying to listen.
Using the expensive dishes.
Feeling the sun on my face.
Giving my hands time to feel the soil.
Being still and looking into my boys eyes.
Not waiting until… the renovations are done, this person responds a certain way, I am thirty pounds lighter…
Breathe by breathe.
“Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.”
(Mary Manin Morrissey)
I have always been drawn to quotes.
In high school, I started a black journal where I wrote down every interesting quote I read in a book or heard. This was the days before the Internet so finding quotes was not as easy as a click of a mouse.
This love of quotes has continued but often now these quotes come in the form of silly things my boys or I say or the inspiring quotes my friends put on Facebook.
These are a few quotes that I have saved on my phone in the last few days.
In my daily life, I don’t want to just read quotes. I want to live them. Breathe them. Soak them in and then pour them out.
A new physical and spiritual season is beginning for me with its new growth, beautiful flowers and grass beginning to grow. Rain showers will come, I know, but I will continue to read my quotes, take them in and pour them out.
Words without action are meaningless.
Words are cruel like a sword.
Words can soothe a baby’s cries. Words are power.
Words can create change.
Dishonest and action-less words are a mere cloud floating by on this beautiful spring day.
Do what you say. Say what you do!
Yup, keep the faith.
In the goodness of people.
“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation-either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.”
Martin Luther King Jr.
My mom sewed this quilt for Owen as she endured her five month cancer treatment journey.
As she had done for each of the boys, she created a quilt for their ‘big boy’ beds.
Goodnight wee boys.
Enveloped in Nana’s creativity, thought and labour of love.
Ironically (or not ironically if you know my latest history with irony – here and here and here…)
Mom gave this quilt to Owen after her death as we found it in her closet waiting for his big boy bed.
I just found the first quilt I ever made with my friend, Princess P. I had given it to my mom. I remembered how proud she was of me and how she displayed it in our living room. I also knew after many quilting conversations afterwards, that this first quilt inspired her own journey with quilting.