Joining with; {this moment} – A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Not this week, but I moment I don’t want to forget.
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We lie down in our words and make snow angels.We try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
Snow angels come in all sizes and shapes, so our words reflect us and it is not until we get up, turn around and look – that we see. . .
Today’s prompt — Empty
go.
It was the last day I would ever walk in the house that had been my home for the previous 13 years.
I picked up the leavings,
the last of the remnants of the life lived
I check the closets, the drawers, the cupboards
I looked in all the rooms,
gazed up at all 12 of the skylights,
dusted the mantle of the river rock fireplace,
and finally mopped the hard wood floors for the last time.
I listened and heard
laughter and raised voices
singing and prayers
whispered dreams and loud defiance
cat purrs, dog barks, bird singing
candles, birthday cakes, Mom’s meatloaf, family nights,
thankfuls around the circle
The house was empty, quiet and still
My eyes will tears overflowing
My heart with so many memories . . . full.
stop.
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Thoughts of Grace 