June 03, 2011


Hello, morning sunshine.
It is not often the first thing my eyes see... I am more accustomed to shadows and starlight. 
But oh, how I love the soft morning light.  The way it dances on the wall.  The way it sends one glittering ray through the blue glass candy dish atop the pie safe, trying to trick me into believing the dish contains the light itself. 

Today I am out of routine... with half my family across the county. 
Laura & Eric flew to Dallas last night to lend their hearts to our grieveing cousin (friend!) and her girls who lost their Papa Wednesday night.  Life is fragile... and we forget.  We go on with our everyday stuff... schedule, laundry, food and love... and wonder why.  How.  Yesterday these things seemed ordinary but today... they seem to have such purpose. 

In the night of death, hope sees a star.
And listening... love can hear the rustle of a wing. 
-Robert Ingersoll


Anonymous said...

Love to you.

Heathahlee said...

I just want you to know that even though I may not comment all the time, I'm still here, and I'm still reading. You write so beautiuflly, Dawn! Prayers for your family!

Busy Bee Suz said...

Beauty in the ordinary. I learned that from a very good friend of mine. :)

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