#Sundaymorningpost

A Mere Cutout of Oneself

I see the cardboard cutout of a girl on my run this morning. Her name is Sophia.  These decorated cutouts, around San Antonio, are part of a campaign to create awareness of children who often go unnoticed to abuse. I remember long ago a cutout of a boy who sat next to me in a…

Tree Limbs and Handprints

Aubrey and I spent the morning cutting down dead limbs from trees. Sun enters in to replace the dead branches. Fear enters in, reminding me the trees are only temporary. Bill worrying they may die, and the value diminish. How I try to look at their beauty, and not their existence.  … I see handprints…

Are You Okay?

The book, The War of Art, made its way out from the pile of books on the ground, in the corner of the room. I heard mention of its title in a couple of podcasts one day, like it was encouraging, or rather enticing me, to read it. Easy enough since I read it somewhere in…

Love in Full Bloom

I’m grateful for the fresh sod in my yard, and not the cemetery. The thought of being at the beginning of this journey without him, leaves me with an anxious feeling of hopelessness. Still, the pain at seeing the chairs being set up for a funeral, stirs a similar sensation. My heart crushes for the…