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Minou the Masterful Cat

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Minou lounging © twyatt 2014I made a conscious decision to unplug and keep the focus on the inside journey of the soul while attending school at The Abbey in Pecos.  But my writing continued in a plethora of notebooks and journals – recording the events of the day as well as how the Spirit (with a capital S) moved among and through us.  I’ll be posting more of these as they unwind – falling to form the mosaic that I know God created in me, and all of us as one Body of Christ. Continue reading Minou the Masterful Cat →

Glimpse of Mom

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Toothpicks in the BillfoldIt’s official… I am my Mother’s daughter.

I opened my billfold* today to discover an ample supply of toothpicks.  Flashback to Mom’s sweet, if not sometimes a bit mangled and torn, stash; always ready for that pesky bit.

I used to be a little disgusted by her hording, and you may be too by my sharing of this discovery in my purse.  But I wonder: are you too finding reminders of your parent’s particular quirks sneaking into your own habits, speech, mannerisms?

Some things float from generation to generation; others – not so much.  Today this glimpse of Mom was a fun reminder that I am my parent’s child.  And today that’s a good thing.

*There is an ongoing discussion in this household as to who has the wallet and who carries the billfold.  Just another example of across-the-creek (or is that “crick”) upbringing. 

“I didn’t need a thing.”

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Trudy and Theresa little house 720x720I hesitate to write about this being the second anniversary of being with my sister as she prepared to leave. I hesitate to stir the waters; what emotions might come to the surface could drown me again. But I can not resist sharing a few sweet memories of Trudy – one being a phrase my husband recently recalled as one of Trudy’s signature messages on our machine.

“I didn’t need a thing”, she’d say with her soft, lilting and smiling voice. It was one of her ways of just checking in; sending over a little kite of love.

I miss Sis. But then, who wouldn’t, and doesn’t? Only those folks who didn’t get to meet her at least once.