When I went to the grocery store today I passed a couple with children, the man holding up a sign by the side of the road.
I didn't read the sign, didn't have time as I turned the corner, but I knew he was asking for money.
What else?
I decided to get cash at the store and come back when I'd done my shopping to give them some but when I left the store and drove back around that corner, they were gone.
I wish the camellias would open.
A day with Kathleen on my mind and the mother of my best friend from elementary and high school died today also. Damn. I went riding.
ReplyDeleteCamelias would be good. All day I've been looking for a rainbow.
ReplyDeleteI held s door open for s lady with a package today and she said "God bless you! And have a merry Christmas!"
ReplyDeleteI'm not going to lie, I welled up.
Sometimes, our hearts are just so full that the excess leaks out our eyeholes.
I hope your camellias bloom. Just that small thing. You need that.
ReplyDeleteIt's all just so much, Mary. All of it. I am WITH you.
ReplyDeleteYour goodness continues lovely lady. I continue to hold you near. Sweet Jo
ReplyDeleteI can hear your desolation, and I imagine the camellia will help it to pass.
ReplyDeleteNow I've gone and read, backwards, all of your posts. And while I knew about Kathleen, I am struck afresh by her death, and I'm weeping here for such loss in the world.
ReplyDeleteCamellias would be a good thing. Soon, soon.
ReplyDeletei love your generosity of spirit and compassion for the world that sometimes makes your soul a bit too permeable for easy comfort.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the blankness here and I feel it too. Sometimes I don't even want to shake it.
ReplyDeleteand our benevolent congress just cut something like 93 million out of the budget for food for the poor. it's raining, gray and dreary here.
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