Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
"Let your heart be your map." ~Hannah, 8/2009
Left home just after 1:00 p.m., after attending church in the morning and packing the car over lunch. Kind of weird heading out. Cote and I were excited, but we admitted it didn't feel real to either one of us. Felt more like we were on our way to Toledo for a day of shopping. When we hit the turnpike, however, and pointed the car west (don't we always go east?), reality began to set in. As we plucked our ticket from the big metal box and resumed our speed, our bodies seemed to sigh in unison and slide more comfortably down into the cushions of our seats. Was it my imagination, or had we been holding our breaths until then?Light-hearted attitudes and conversations continued for awhile, but before long, the miles and minutes began to pass
Monday, October 19, 2009
And one day it hit me.....soon we would become the faded shadows of who we used to be.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Welcome to the Write to Remain. I chose what seems to be a fragment of a title simply because of the deep meaning these words hold for me. I'm here because I love the written word; I love reading it, I love writing it, and I love what it offers.....a sense of permanence and presence. I have also learned over the years that when I write, I find I remain more at peace, I remain more hopeful, and I remain more centered....with the world and with myself. Finding the time to write, however, is not always easy in this fast-paced, non-stop reality we live in. My hope is that by creating this site, I will be inspired to put pen to paper daily, that I will hold this place and time sacred...to write...and to remain.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable. ~Kahlil Gibran