Baptized in Milk

A soft, sweet and milky burp slid into the black of my sweater and spilled onto the fresh clean of a baby onesie.

Baby and great-grandmother shoulders baptized in baby sweetness and love.

Now that's progress!

“A baby is an inestimable blessing and bother.”

~ Mark Twain

Walk On

Each day entertains us with questions, curiosities with answers just out of reach.

Lovely stews of wondering and opinions ~

    about hope or fantasy

     about fears or fiction with

progress slow and maybe a bit muddy.

Accidental progress may come from a quick glance or on a new page.

If we follow our curiosities, 

open doors and new paths will be revealed. 

“One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates 

the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvellous 

structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely 

to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.”

~ Albert Einstein “Old Man’s Advice to Youth: 

‘Never Lose a Holy Curiosity.’

LIFE Magazine (2May1955) p.64”

Tomorrow's Sun

Shaded gray clouds

stretch horizon to horizon.

Cold rain halts 

harvests of gold.

Damp, too moist crops 

await tomorrows sun.

“The nicest thing about the rain is 

that it always stops. Eventually.”

~ Eeyore

As Though I'm Biased

Rylie Rose’Marie 

A tiny new face so full of expression

Wide open smiles, soft shy smiles or faintly furrowed brow

Open mouth looking as though stories and words will be pouring out

A tiny new body so full of energy

Soft pillowed feet kicking and pushing as though practicing to run and play

Wee hands reaching into the air as though expressions of all those stories and words that have yet to form.

Sleeping soundly, with fluttering almost asleep eyes or wide awake

This precious child ~ grown so quickly in her brief six weeks and five days ~ will grow in stature and personality ~ a joy to hold in my heart.

[Great]-“Grandmothers hold their grandchildren 

in a special place in their heart.”

~ Catherine Pulsifer

[Great] - added by this Great Grandmother Susan

A Storied Visit

The  progress we’ve made in this life is so fascinating. We have brought our hearts with us and our stories. The stories of how our parents lived and raised us. The stories of crinolines and houses. Crinolines that fluffed out poodle skirts and the saddle shoes we wore. Cold, cold houses without insulation we take for granted today. Stories that come flooding about getting dressed under the covers, dancing the twist and teenage enchantment of the music of the day. Verandahs that held magic, fun and plants on the window sills. Hardwood floors to slide on when the waxing was done. Stories of all of that fun that we had as kids. The hard, hard work our parents did to keep us fed, clothed and educated. The memories are beautiful and too often tinged with great sadnesses. We build our storied memories without knowing what will have been special pieces of our lives. Some will be stories shared with siblings. Shared stories like multicoloured glass panels in an amazing mobile. Beautiful panes of glass etched with shades of each experience. Special moments of age and of time. As children we treasured moments without knowing it ~ we each hold these fragile pieces of our shared memories.

“Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.”

~ Roald Dahl

Measured

Steps forward are sometimes 

absolutely the most difficult things ~ like walking in a swamp without knowing ~ for sure ~ where to step safely.

Whether at a doorstep or in a jungle, curiosity about next steps in life plans, embraced by respectful courage, softens and measures one’s pace.

“Respect for ourselves guides our morals, 

respect for others guides our manners.”

~ Laurence Sterne

All Season Walks

Stride out with confidence 

to meet the morning sun.

Gather wisdom and courage 

like flowers for a bouquet 

of delicacy and strength with

scents of spring, summer, fall 

and the crispness of winter.

Stride out with confidence and curiosity into each new day 

through all of our seasons 

“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and 

no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”

~ Gautama Buddha, Saying of Buddha