I hardly ever think of it anymore.
The dark in that shadow.
The chill.
The lonely of a sad childhood.
I didn't outrun it, though I probably tried.
But I have danced in the light of attachment and acceptance.
I have lingered in the glow of unconditional love.
I know the warmth of tender embrace.
I didn't run.
Couldn't run.
I turned to face the Son.
~~~
blessings in abundance:
the curl of her eyelashes on a soft cheek as she sleeps
the smell of maple syrup as she holds tightly to my face during early Mass
a chilly walk when I didn't want to
a rousing rendition of "Father Abraham"
and the equally compelling "Jesus Loves Me"
new knitting lessons
endless squares of fiber while I sit and listen to him
God's voice in the early morning: Collossians, Matthew
tea without sugar
basketball in the driveway
fish tacos: no meat, no wheat, no dairy.
old friends
a cup of soup offered when I'm so very hungry and it looks like there's nothing to eat
a wink and a smile--and I remember that I'm not crazy
March Madness
a big stack of picture books
baby bedtimes