Yesterday, a friend shared with me that her thirty eight year old cousin suddenly died, leaving behind a 12 and a 8 year old child. I am sure those children heard many times how much they were loved, and in the days to come, they will feel the love of family wrap around them and hold them tight. I wonder though in the years ahead, if words spoken so long ago will be felt the same way as a letter can feel in one’s hands.
A handwritten letter is something you can hold and allow the love of the one writing it to pour into you time and time again. The letter can be simple, with a few sentences sharing some aspect of the values you live with. It may be the endearing qualities you see in another.
There are no guarantees in life because we don’t know what will happen today, much less tomorrow. The only time you have is now- What are you doing to share your love with those around you? Can you take the time to reach out to someone today to let them know how much you care?
If you have a specific person you would like to share wisdom with, and would like to explore writing with a group of fellow travelers, please join us Friday night for a worded wisdom event. I would love to see you there.
Please join us on Friday, April 26th as we explore the power of the written word.
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Good things are worth waiting for- that is the message today as we celebrated the Feast of St. Lucy at our house. It is the morning when all the candles are lit, and after getting Sarah out of bed with song, she lit our Christmas tree for the first time this season. Breakfast of bacon ( of course!) eggs and pumpkin scones were shared by the lights of the tree, and the candles all around us. George Winston”s December CD played in the background, music that always brings me back to this time of year. All of our eyes contained bittersweet tears, knowing that next year, Sarah would be waking up in a dorm room on a college campus, and Tony and I would celebrate the morning without the joy of our three daughters, yet in the love of each other.
It was Easter weekend at our house, and our family tradition is to attend mass on Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday. It is a lot of church for one weekend, and yet it is my favorite time of year in the church. And I am grateful to hear my sixteen year old daughter say that it is her favorite time of year too. My oldest daughter surprised us by coming home from school Wednesday night and spending the weekend with us. I was definitely on family time.
Tuesday I had the opportunity to reconnect with a friend. She was struggling with some life issues (Aren’t we all?) so we met and talked for a couple of hours. It is always amazing to hear the words coming out of my mouth that bring clarity to her, while in the background I hear another voice inside my head whispering, “Are you listening to what you are saying?” I seem to have surrounded myself with teachers who are showing me the way on my path through their own struggles.




