The table set before my birthday dinner with my little family.
Feeling held by candle light and love
appreciating the magic of regular moments
made particular by caring hands and connected hearts
Making the gift bags for the kids and Jamey before I went on my ten-day silent retreat, one for each day I was gone to tell them how they help me, why I am proud of them, the reasons and ways I love them.
Translating absence to deeper appreciation
attempting to express with inadequate words
the “love that let us share our name”