Relationships. They aren’t always easy. At some point, specifically with deep, important ones, conflict will occur. And when it does, we have a choice to “peace out” or “push through.” When my dad died, a lot of ugly bubbled to the surface. Anger. Frustration. Resentment. Loneliness. I was confused at why certain people were not showing up in ways I …
One of the reasons I’m drawn to windows is that no two are alike. Each has a story- where it came from, glass clarity, layers upon layers of paint, chipped wood, unique hardware- they are a hidden secret, these windows. From one side the glass appears unscratched, the wood clean and solid, but turn it around to see the bottom left pane loose, paint worn, wood shabbied, a chunk missing from the side.
The same window, but different in appearance depending on what side you view it from.
I’m finding the holidays to be like windowpanes.
If I were to join your Thanksgiving celebration, come meal time I’d settle in a chair next to you.
Over turkey, mashed potatoes laden with gravy, bowls of creamed corn, and please tell me there will be heaps of pretzel jello salad, I’ll gather with your family- large or small- and the question of What are we thankful for? will surface followed by a merry-go-round of heartfelt responses.
I’m thankful for…