As January drags its heels and scuffs it's way towards spring, my 'word for the year' is changing its tune. From 'authenticity' (I have finally realised my lifetime of undiagnosed ADHD, and am squaring-up against the nay-sayers), to 'kindness' - it speaks to my heart from these 'pages' everyday, and seems to me the only option left.
Bread, offered with love from a friend. The antidote to now (along with Bishop Budde, of course. I'm writing her a thank you card today. May she feel surrounded by love and gratitude.
We shall surround her. We most absolutely will. I sent a handmade book off to her yesterday. I imagine it somewhere in the bottom or middle of a landslide of cards of thanks. She deserves the biggest landslide ever of thanks. Thank you for writing to her.
Beautifully said.
Love is all there is, was, and will be. Allways.
"What would love do here" is something I often ask myself when I feel slipping into the darkness.
How wonderful to have a friend like your breadmaker.
Enjoy your Poppyseed beard.
And know you matter your art matters, and your writing matters. 🙏
What would love do here is, Anja, the perfect question.
What a beautiful friend. Thank you for sharing.
Yes beautiful.
Grateful to you for being here. Thank you.
Simply put, I loved this. Thank you for your beautiful word-crafting and for sharing your talents with us.
I am grateful for you, Deborah. Thank you.
And how about the US Conference of Catholic Bishops yesterday?
absolutely gorgeous, yes.
Yes.
Gorgeous cards, and you're 100% right that we have to keep our communities strong!
Thank you, Karen. You are right there, here, in my community.
I can smell the bread and feel the warmth. Thank you
Hello, you. Thank you.
Communion bread, of sorts. Beautiful. And the bishop's words: universal.
I think so, too — community, communion, universal.
As January drags its heels and scuffs it's way towards spring, my 'word for the year' is changing its tune. From 'authenticity' (I have finally realised my lifetime of undiagnosed ADHD, and am squaring-up against the nay-sayers), to 'kindness' - it speaks to my heart from these 'pages' everyday, and seems to me the only option left.
Naomi Shihab Nye's poem 'Kindness'...
It is a most necessary option. We are called on to be our very best. It's easier when we know we aren't alone.
And in truth, we are never alone.
The Dalai Lama's in the end there is only kindness.
'...only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day...'
Char, only. And yet, with all this shock and awe, we have to remind ourselves. Or, I have to.
Oh my, I have to remind myself and we must keep reminding each other like this.
This is so true, Beth. It inspires me to undertake little acts of kindness.
Lin, I know you are already a paragon of kindness, and deep seeing.
Pinpricks of light. Thank you. 🧡
Bread, offered with love from a friend. The antidote to now (along with Bishop Budde, of course. I'm writing her a thank you card today. May she feel surrounded by love and gratitude.
We shall surround her. We most absolutely will. I sent a handmade book off to her yesterday. I imagine it somewhere in the bottom or middle of a landslide of cards of thanks. She deserves the biggest landslide ever of thanks. Thank you for writing to her.
That's wonderful Beth! I wish we could see her face when she opens it!
The sweetness of this has touched me just as surely as that almond poppyseed bread — I can taste it; it’s healing. Thank you, Beth.
Karen, thank you so much. Kathy, my friend, brought me a second loaf just a few days ago. I wish I could share a slice with you.
So true. And thank you.
Hello you.
"i left you something sweet."
yes, you did. 💙