I watch the news, and think of my parents, and the history they lived through. My father taught history, and my mother taught English composition and literature. Both volunteered after they retired. I am constantly learning more about history, as more stories are told and heard. Books written. Through literature, we can also understand more. There are novels and books of poetry on my shelves written from places I am not likely to visit.
My parents had “big picture faith” and majored in unconditional love. I was 29 years old when my father died, and 50 when my mother died. My brother’s passing was last year. We shall meet again.
And I am grateful for our blogs. I have learned of art online and books by contemporary authors and artists. This is a good way to grow.
This week we donated old clothes to the Good As New Resale Shop in Cedar Grove, Wisconsin.
Last year, we enjoyed giving copies of Quiet Christmas Poetry to Little Free Libraries in the general area. There is a Little Free Library site.
far from perfect
and in need of grace
we found our way
to unconditional love
words from my parents
still encourage me
and without flowers
vase from my mother