We don’t know it was our last, until it was.

LENT, Meditations

Recently a friend shared this sentiment as relating to the last vacation he will go on with his Dad, beset with Alzheimers. This often painful irony comes to mind again this morning as I enter Lent, and as I think of Christ’s last days here on earth. I believe Christ told us that he knew his time was coming, but I’m not sure he knew which day would be his last – our first. Our Easter.

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A trip across the ocean, and back

England
Sometimes you gotta go to know

We are back home after spending time in England. Our trip was originally planned for October of last year, to Scotland. But there was the little hitchie-do of the heart attack and so it was delayed. Then delayed some more, redirected to England, and pulled together with lightening speed to meet up with dear friends from Nigeria.

This was the third trip Les and I have shared in London. I didn’t know if it could meet or exceed our previous love affair with all things British, but it did.

Over the next entries, I will share a bit of our travel log. Maybe you will recognize some of the sights, sensations or special moments from a trip you have taken here, or another place. Maybe you will recall the thing you found through travel to foreign places, or what foreign ideas became familiar because you traveled. Just know, from all shores, and all places, we wish you well.

Winter Drawings

Inspiration Art, Meditations,

Two winter drawings I am lucky to have from my Mother, Mary Alice Rogers Wyatt, and her brother, Earl Miles Rogers. Both are in pencil, ink, and chalk.

I thought lovingly of my mother and her brother as I carefully removed their art from the frames to scan. I imagined my grandmother’s pride and joy as she framed and displayed the scenes, side-by-side.

I am committed to keeping them together for as long as I have them. Then, they will fade and crackle into dust of obscurity, leaving an ethereal trail of smiles. I’m okay with that. It is the way.

Morning Time Visitor

Advent, Meditations, , ,

Twelve years ago at this time, I was at my sweet sister’s bedside as she lived her way to heaven.

Each year at this time, I am flooded with such an array of feelings and memories. They are gifts and, still, Trudy is teaching me. The first and greatest from that tender time of Rosetears was: Love is eternal. Time has added that Love may possibly be made even stronger by time and absence of physical evidence.

Today’s sweet cardinal appearing just outside my window represents a new freedom, if not command, that I have been given: live the life you have. In some ways, I feel I have finally caught up with my past in a way that I can more fully live my present. I think this is grace.

But, most of all, it’s still and always about Love. And there is always enough to go around.

I wish you well, with love.

AMPing-up My Meditation

Finding Our Breath, Meditations, We Have Work To Do

I needed a way to AMP-up and get accountable to my prayer and meditation practice so I created a little idea of encouragement over at my website. It is simply thinking of the next letter in the alphabet before entering meditation, then going into my practice.

I began today with the letter A. The word ATTITUDE came up, which needs care and attention and improvement. Tomorrow will be B. We will see what B brings. I don’t particularly use the letter or word inside my meditation. I simply use it to keep track of where I am and possibly bring to mind/heart an intention.

If you would like more information on this, visit my website at www.sacredsupport.com. And, as always, I love hearing about your experiences in the way of connecting with God, ourselves, and others.

All of us meditating, in our own way, together is my idea of fun. Join me if it appeals to you too.