Someday soon - I hope - the landscape will fill with color.
Today - it's only white.
Innocent.
Pure.
Simple.
Clean.
Perhaps it's a blank slate....a fresh beginning.
A window into a future becoming.
A start of this new season of spring.
A Window
Framed
A frame within a frame.
A mid-summer portrait.
A familiar face. A nod of the head. A warm hello.
Always - I've loved horses.
Many of my childhood summer memories include time spent in their stables.
Riding them.
Grooming them.
Simply sitting and being with them.
Basking in their sweet smells.
I was often teased about this love.
Perhaps I'd rather live in a barn than in the house that I did?
Perhaps I'd rather sleep in a pile of hay instead of the bed that I had?
Perhaps I'd prefer their company than those with whom I lived?
In truth - I'm finding it hard to return to who I was.
Before I was Nana. Before I was Mom. Before I was all the things that now define me.
A frame within a frame.
Life's stories captured and held.
For only one moment.
When I turned around.
She'd walked away....leaving only an empty space.
Awaiting- I thought - for new stories to fill it.
Timeless Grace
Bars to keep her safe.
Lace to remind her to be soft... to be flow...to be gentle.
Flowers - thoughtfully placed.
To remember.
That reminded her.
On the insides - there is kind.
There is grace.
There is timeless beauty.
Everywhere.
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Sharing with you here
- bit and pieces -
of the southern hospitality of New Orleans.
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