I just finished reading your uplifting and beautifully-written article, "Shinning in Darkness"! I love the way your words captured the smell (oven, cookies, cider, greenery), sound (crackling fire), music and friendships, live, love, give, decorate, bake visit. I appreciate the tender, "rattle of keys in the empty apartment", and "pain heightens your sense of the precious nature of the moment", was touching my reality of my great and tender pain at not being able to take away the anguish of my daughter and her husband. Nine 9 days before Christmas lost their 2 week old first-born son, Samuel . "The season of Emanuel, The season of our Samuel".
I too, like "Tear Water Tea". and read it aloud to my children.. . THANK YOU for your beautifully written reminder to live, love, give and do...... decorate, bake and visit! Mari Ivie
That's so kind of you to write. And My heart goes out to you and your daughter and her husband. How much space that sorrow must have hollowed out in them especially. May they find it filled with comfort from that same Emanuel—
It is so kind of you to share that with me!
Thank you, Lori. Thank you so much. I found this piece of writing exquisite.
I just finished reading your uplifting and beautifully-written article, "Shinning in Darkness"! I love the way your words captured the smell (oven, cookies, cider, greenery), sound (crackling fire), music and friendships, live, love, give, decorate, bake visit. I appreciate the tender, "rattle of keys in the empty apartment", and "pain heightens your sense of the precious nature of the moment", was touching my reality of my great and tender pain at not being able to take away the anguish of my daughter and her husband. Nine 9 days before Christmas lost their 2 week old first-born son, Samuel . "The season of Emanuel, The season of our Samuel".
I too, like "Tear Water Tea". and read it aloud to my children.. . THANK YOU for your beautifully written reminder to live, love, give and do...... decorate, bake and visit! Mari Ivie
That's so kind of you to write. And My heart goes out to you and your daughter and her husband. How much space that sorrow must have hollowed out in them especially. May they find it filled with comfort from that same Emanuel—