Masks and sanitizer, greetings through windows six feet apart. We have all become untouchable. Moms that are still with us, aren’t. Moms that are not with us are worlds away untouched by time in our memory. And then there are those moms who cannot escape, cannot get away because love chases them into the bathroom and down the halls into the make-shift-office-room zoom calls. Pandemic Mother’s Day is complicated for moms who wanted to be and could not no matter how hard they tried and tried and cried whose bodies couldnot wouldnot become what we wanted them to be. And the dads who are better moms than our moms could ever be, mothering isn’t just for moms. Some moms just can’t. For the lucky ones whose love dripped down the sides of our faces like ice cream, their joy overflows like spilt milk on the countertop next to the oreo cookies. We can still feel their touch and the kisses in clockwise directions on our faces filled with laughter or tears, over the years, those kisses fade into the photos on the wall. They are now missing from our minds. Gone on this day. But for the grannies and mimis and granddaddies and pattis and tathas and pappas and mammas that make life just a little sweeter with drive-by birthdays and package deliveries, the complications of Mother’s Day are no match for unbridled love. Boundless expressions of joy cannot be hid by the hand sewn masks and poster board signs hurriedly colored while tears fell making rain marks on homemade cards. You can see a smile with your heart, if you try. And so we do. We try. We forgive. We remember. We regret. Our mothers. And those who wish our mothers were something more than they could be, we sigh and breathe in one more day. Mother’s Day has always been complicated, but this year more of us understand why.
My mother died 1 year ago this month, on our daughter’s 16th birthday. As a pastor I have often counseled people through the stages of grief and know that grief can take many twists and turns along the pathways of our life. Grief may walk beside us when we loose a parent, a spouse, or a child—these are journeys people notice. Continue reading “Remembering Well, Grieving Well”
A Friend of the Family, Andrew the Cymbal Kid
One week ago my son’s best friend Andrew Pawelczyk (Pa-Vel-check) was thrust onto an international stage–he is the YouTube sensation “Cymbal Kid”. A month ago during the last middle school band performance, Andrew, an accomplished drummer who usually plays the “quad” 4 drums, was asked to play the cymbals. I was sitting dead center with my husband and daughter while our son sat in the trumpet section at first chair. Continue reading “Learning to think on your feet: Cymbal Kid, Autism, and the Family that Makes Us”
Giants of Our Time
We are a people gathered together today, in this place, in this time, to reflect, to imagine, and to step forth into a new future where we are called to a greater purpose by a God under whose Divine eyes watch over us on this day.
This same Higher Power that has watched over, guided, inspired and led the Spiritual Giants of our faith Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Rama, Buddha, and the great Gurus, on whose shoulders we stand today—this same Higher Power watches over us. That same Spirit that hovered over the waters at the dawn of creation lives and dwells in you, our graduates. Continue reading “In the Presence of Giants– Neuqua Valley High School Baccalaureate Speech”
The Garden is Ablaze with Color
These days my garden is blooming with color-reds, pinks, yellows, and especially purples. These warm days of June bring such bountiful beauty I can sit in my rose garden for hours contemplating the mystery of God’s creation around me. The tomatoes have not yet formed. The eggplants and peppers are hopeful flowers blossoming on young plants in delightfully cool mornings awaiting the buzz of bees to bear their fruit in fall. The basil is reaching upwards toward the sun, not yet ready for my Friday pizzas. It is here with the sun on my face, sitting at my garden table, with the breeze dancing among leaves of the cottonwood trees that I feel at peace, a sense of ONENESS with God and the world. This is sacred Sabbath time. Continue reading “My Blooming Garden (Part 2): The Fragrance of God”
The Garden Teaches us Life Lessons
The garden teaches us many things about life. It teaches us about patience. It takes time for a blackberry bush to grow, to flower and to produce fruit. My blackberry bush is three years old and I think this year I may harvest 20-30 blackberries. Last year we picked 4. Another lesson the garden teaches us is discernment. We must learn to distinguish between plants that will produce food, and plants that will not–of course I am referring to weeds! If we allow the weeds to grow, they will choke out the young tomato and pepper plants. These two lessons are fairly obvious. The third lesson the garden teaches us is a much harder lesson. Continue reading “My Blooming Garden (Part 1)–Thinning Seedlings & Making Space”
In honor of Earth Day and her 12th birthday, this week’s blog is written by our daughter Nandini. Last April at 11 years old she began fundraising to build clean water wells for kids in remote villages. This is her second year and today she shares her story of the Well India Project.
Join me in giving the gift of clean water to people who need it most!
Hi! My name is Nandini and I am celebrating my 12th birthday this month and you can help me give the gift of water.
Last spring, I had an epiphany. Everyone wants to do something to help people, and I had just figured out what I wanted to do. It felt like God was sending me a message, and it came in a funny way. I got my message in a catalog. Continue reading “The Gift of Water: Every Drop Counts! 12 yr old raising $10,000”