Monthly Archives: December 2024

Winter Drawings

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

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.