I ran across the following video and wanted to share it. I grabbed it and then I couldn't figure out how to post it with my comments so I posted and am NOW commenting.
"The Hurt & The Healer" - what a great title. I wanted to share because this is such a beautiful song and it very much encapsulates some of my experience over what I call my "black hole" year. Okay it's more than a year, but then wouldn't a black hole literally ignore time as well as matter in its' devouring of both?
So I ask you to listen, read the lyrics if you are more visual than auditory and understand, please, that I feel so very blessed and so amazingly, astoundingly WONDERFUL!
If I could shine my light of love out to you all in the manner it feels inside of me it might just blind you.
In a good way...
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
So call me Mimi
My "baby" is a daddy!
This precious little person has come into the world - a bit earlier than expected, yet she is a good sized little girl who holds the promise of tomorrow in her tiny little hands, the beauty of life itself beats in her wee heart. She is beautiful and precious.
Annachiara; light of grace. Her middle name is my mother's. Mind you, when I discussed the meaning of her name with "daddy", he had to argue with me that it meant "grace light" -- he loves to argue. Let me rephrase that --- he L-O-V-E-S to argue. So think what you like, son of mine; 'Light of grace' has a nicer poetry to it than 'grace light' does. Regardless, she has brought the light of grace with her into this world.
Many blessings to my son and sweet Elisa, my daughter (in-law) and the little one.
This precious little person has come into the world - a bit earlier than expected, yet she is a good sized little girl who holds the promise of tomorrow in her tiny little hands, the beauty of life itself beats in her wee heart. She is beautiful and precious.
Annachiara; light of grace. Her middle name is my mother's. Mind you, when I discussed the meaning of her name with "daddy", he had to argue with me that it meant "grace light" -- he loves to argue. Let me rephrase that --- he L-O-V-E-S to argue. So think what you like, son of mine; 'Light of grace' has a nicer poetry to it than 'grace light' does. Regardless, she has brought the light of grace with her into this world.
Many blessings to my son and sweet Elisa, my daughter (in-law) and the little one.
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