Tag: grandma jean

May 7th… Mother’s Day…Bedroom Retreat

library corner this afternoon by the window This morning I was very excited to take out the newest flower that had been pressed for a month in a closed book on the shelf (without me intentionally looking; one day I opened the book to read and happened to see it; placed it back.) 🤫It’s a…… Continue reading May 7th… Mother’s Day…Bedroom Retreat

Morning Tea in Honor of My Grandma on Her Birthday, New Flowers and Poetry

my mom Joan and her mother my Grandma Jean *** Flowers found and brought home this weekend from local garden shop, purple pansies and white fragrant climbing blossoms scented with a little more honey than florally; I received care directions from the garden staff for this potted variety…I will find out the fragrant one’s name…… Continue reading Morning Tea in Honor of My Grandma on Her Birthday, New Flowers and Poetry

A Moon So Near

Before dawn, the moon so close to my face and near to my gaze; I closed my eyes and slept some more, smiling within. This morning… ‘Rumi’ black tea with a splash of almond milk in a teacup my Grandma gave me and Collected Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay, a gift I so welcomed…… Continue reading A Moon So Near

Such a Serenade

Fri., Dec. 10 ’21: featured post as Jupiter, Saturn, Venus, and the Moon all align this evening; I added a little to the end as well. * Dec. 5 ’21 …Sitting in the lamplit little library corner in the night; this sweet red chair for someone small like me from the past and how the…… Continue reading Such a Serenade

Morning-time, Let’s Listen Now, It’s Delicate Yet That’s Why I Love It

I have just made a very important revision to this, my apologies. Another interesting timing happened yesterday as a poet friend shared a photo of herself in a garden in Lebanon that had featured a stone sculpture of Kahlil Gibran and I’d shared a couple of his quotes the same time yesterday. I was happy…… Continue reading Morning-time, Let’s Listen Now, It’s Delicate Yet That’s Why I Love It

Morning Tea with a Guest from Above, My Grandma

I set up a chair for whichever guest may arrive for tea this morning. I imagined then my grandma sat down, saying “Hi Jade.” She would be awake early like me even on a Sunday. I put on Frank Sinatra’s soothingly older sounding songs from Past, Present, and Future, the musician she’d listened to when…… Continue reading Morning Tea with a Guest from Above, My Grandma

Symbolism in Easter Egg Painting, Memorial Dish, and Yoga at the Table

My sister, Jenna made this beautiful antipasto the way my Grandma had made it each year, in honor of her. Stuffed artichokes made by my Mom. (My husband Dan got cut off here, but half his face is nice too.) My mom is in the center, I’m to the right of her, and my brother…… Continue reading Symbolism in Easter Egg Painting, Memorial Dish, and Yoga at the Table

Happy Birthday, Grandma and Happy Easter

My Grandma and my Mom synced in purple Happy birthday to my Grandma (she would turn 97, first one in heaven) and Happy Easter—how grateful I am for God rising, and also my own healing, as I’d believed in God but not in my own healing’s possibility. I was glad my Grandma knew I had…… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Grandma and Happy Easter

Grandma’s Birthday Coming Up, What She’d Say

 My grandma’s 97th birthday is soon to come this Easter Sunday. She’d passed away last year a few months after turning 96.At first I wasn’t sure if these holidays coinciding this year were a good thing. But I know what she would say if I thought I couldn’t celebrate Easter happily. “What are you going…… Continue reading Grandma’s Birthday Coming Up, What She’d Say

For A New Friend

in memory of Celeste Birthday: May 2nd Written on November 3, 2020: A few weeks ago one night your name came to mind, although I had not heard much about you most recently. I decided to add you as a friend on Facebook that night as I had heard of you as a great friend,…… Continue reading For A New Friend