Sometimes it's easier to stuff memories into a box in a closet, than it is to face the loss and grief. Sometimes it's not.

Old Man Winter

If you live outside of Alaska, you are probably like most the country and endured the early winter without a lot of snow. Finally, we have a base of 4 inches, but in my opinion, it's not enough. Last week, we took a two and half hour drive, discovered a new area, and XC-skied. I believe that living in any climate (ie not living in a climated-controlled bubble), you need to embrace that climate...

This/That

2011...

-A year of growth


-A year of loss


-A year of commitments


-A year of expansion


-A year of old favorites


-A year of fresh beginnings


Here's to 2012.

What he would tell him, if he could, I believe

"Words cannot express the grief that engulfs me. I, his father, can't even ruffle his hair, pinch his downy neck, or clasp his little body. But, I rejoice to see him live, move, laugh. That's what I call a fine day." -adapted from 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly'

Fingers Crossed

Blogger's not working, but I'm learning to sew, so here you go..hoping for a win...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=JnwL734_r7M

struck

Stop trying to be someone else's perfect.

Depart in Peace

Have you seen this man? He disappeared from our life years ago and recently, the one he became died. He was a man whom I once loved and loved still because he gave me a beautiful son. And so, we weep. For the loss of love. For the loss of a father. For the loss of one so in love with life. For the loss of hopes and dreams. For a death of one so young. And yet, we rejoice. For that beautiful boy. For a life well lived. For one who has been redeemed. For a lasting gift. For freedom.

Be at peace.