Some fragmented thoughts on a less-than-celebratory Easter, the beauty of good ingredients, motivation for writing, Maggie Smith's new book, and butterflies
Another wonderful update, Jeff. This week in W Michigan has been glorious. That daffodil variety is beautiful! And good for Tristan suggesting time outdoors, especially at Meijer Gardens.
I want you to know that I copied some of this post and put it on Facebook - with full attribution, of course. Since my mother just recently died, I've found that sharing thoughts about the reality of my sadness (without wallowing!) have been helpful to our family and to friends of my mother, all of whom miss her terribly. I'll take the post down if you like, but if it's ok to leave it - thank you. These words of hopeful sorrow resonate deeply with me this morning.
Wonderful spring daffodils always make me smile. All that hard cold work of digging them in and then the wait and boom! I’m enjoying mine out here in California and they make me have hope.
I love this line of yours. “I don’t know how to inhabit this messy middle—this confounding already and not yet—except to keep trying and keep living and keep nurturing whatever I can manage to nurture. “.
Jeff, you experienced resurrection in the daffodils that erupted from the earth and also the beautiful butterflies that were transformed from caterpillars. So often we are blinded by our grief we miss resurrection right before or eyes. Blessings+
“Much of my writing is driven by my desire to be a hopeful presence.”
What a gift you deliver to us over and over again, even when it’s hard. Thanks, Jeff.
Another wonderful update, Jeff. This week in W Michigan has been glorious. That daffodil variety is beautiful! And good for Tristan suggesting time outdoors, especially at Meijer Gardens.
I want you to know that I copied some of this post and put it on Facebook - with full attribution, of course. Since my mother just recently died, I've found that sharing thoughts about the reality of my sadness (without wallowing!) have been helpful to our family and to friends of my mother, all of whom miss her terribly. I'll take the post down if you like, but if it's ok to leave it - thank you. These words of hopeful sorrow resonate deeply with me this morning.
Wonderful spring daffodils always make me smile. All that hard cold work of digging them in and then the wait and boom! I’m enjoying mine out here in California and they make me have hope.
I love this line of yours. “I don’t know how to inhabit this messy middle—this confounding already and not yet—except to keep trying and keep living and keep nurturing whatever I can manage to nurture. “.
I’m with you. Trying to nurture....
Yes! Seconding the writing thoughts especially as an editor.
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Great post, Jeff. And nice looking chicken.
Your reflections on Easter resonated with me. I felt more at home on Good Friday than on Easter Sunday this year.
Glad I stumbled upon your writing. Thanks for your work!
Jeff, you experienced resurrection in the daffodils that erupted from the earth and also the beautiful butterflies that were transformed from caterpillars. So often we are blinded by our grief we miss resurrection right before or eyes. Blessings+