I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Granddaughters are grand
She isn't very tall
yet
She doesn't really use words
although she has a few
and uses sign language
(yes, her mom is teaching her sign language)
but she has a way of making her wishes
known!
but she moves
incessantly
a never stopping
bundle of energy with happy feet
she smiles
a lot
and laughs
every inch radiating glee
with the world
and her place in it
she loves her pink glasses
and her beads
she just discovered kitties
and dogs
after all, that is what one does on a farm
(her great aunt's)
she has a love affair with dirt!
what can one do
when in the presence of such beauty
and energy
and joy
but just
be
and smile?
God
(and Erin and Ryan)
did good work!
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