Remembrance - Day 38 of 40

Seek Joy 

and 

Let Love In. 

💜

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Remembrance - Day 34 of 40

Two gentle guides 

who saw all of me, 

rough edges and all, 

and, 

while not in so many words, 

reassured me that I was (am) 

Enough 

and lovable 

just as I was (am). 

Blessed be. 

🕯  .  💙  .  🙏🏻

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Remembrance - Day 31 of 40 - Part 2

Waking up this morning and coming to my chair,

I just couldn't bring myself to draw a new set of names.

In that moment, I knew . . . 

I needed another day with my dear Moma.

And since this is my lovely little practice,

that is unfolding as I go,

I granted myself the permission
to follow my heart.

I love you, Moma!

Blessed be. 

💕

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Remembrance - Day 24 of 40

Gentle witnesses 

like steady runway lights 

on this misty gray, late autumn morning 

illuminate the way through the damp chill. 

Their soft twinkling 

encouraging me to stay close 

to the task at hand 

brings welcomed warmth and deep, contented sighs. 

A morning miracle of Peace? 

 Yes. 

Blessed be.

 

✨  .  🕯  .  💜

#trustngrace

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Remembrance - Day 23 of 40

Peace is a Journey

Faithful prayers 

and wise guidance 

helps light the way.

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Remembrance - Day 22 of 40

Remember who you are down in your bones. 

💙💙

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Remembrance - Day 7 of 40

Smiling big as these two 

are the *Perfect* Sunday morning pilgrimage companions. 

💜 . 💜

Judy, my favorite chaplain at the hospital was the very first woman minister that I'd 

ever met.  She was both tender and tough and we spent so many hours together at my 

bedside and once she had me over to her home to share a meal with her and her two

children.  Probably shouldn't have but did anyway.  I liked that rebel side of her.  It

inspired me.  

She was one of those dears that I continued to send Christmas greetings to and I was 

delighted whenever I'd hear back from her.  Last year, her card was returned as 

non-deliverable and so I did some googling and discovered she had passed.  Her obit 

includes a picture and while she doesn't look like I remember, I do love the photo as it

captures her mischievous side.  

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Karl was my most dearest and most precious Al-Anon sponsors and we walked thru

*a lot* together, including my Moma's death.  He listened and loved, listened and offered

wisdom, and then listened and loved some more.  I've often said he provided some of

my best mothering because it's true.  I would *not* be the woman I am today were it

not for his precious presence in my life.

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Yes, wise angels, these two dears in particular encouraged me to be Brave while also 

providing the safe space and brave containers that I needed to process so many of my 

feelings so I could do just that.

Blessed be.

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Fond Farewell, Fr. Ray

Rest In Peace, dear friend. 

Thank you for all of your love and support 

during a very brutal time in my life. 

I love you. 

❤️

Fr. Ray was originally from Vermont and was one of 3 priests that came from that diocese 

to serve in Amarillo where I was born and raised.

He was a priest in Perryton when I met him at a high school retreat.  A very kind soul who 

took an interest in me and we traded letters for many years. I still remember how nice it was 

to find a letter from him tucked up in my small college post office box that didn't see much 

mail. 

He was such a blessing in my life, supporting me in gentle ways at a time when not many 

folks knew how to, much less what to say. A true angel.

  💜

While I don't remember the words we shared, I do remember the deep solace and reassurance 

that I found in our relationship.

He'd been ill for a long while and Tadd and I tried to visit him while in town several years 

back but it didn't work out.

It was sad that he didn't remember me when we spoke on the phone but that's ok, she says 

thru tears, because I remember him and our friendship. And I was so touched that he was 

still his sweet self when we spoke, offering me a blessing. 

❤️

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