a comfortable cup of tea
Saturday, December 26, 2020
Thursday, May 28, 2020
it's been a minute or two ...
This little guy has been working hard at the University.
Soon to be 9 years old.
Where has the time gone?
Monday, June 5, 2017
Friday, June 2, 2017
HaPpY 90th BiRtHdAy, MoM 🎂❤🎁
June 2, 2017
Happy 90th Birthday, Mom!
I thought
long and hard about what to give you for such a momentous Birthday; but I could
not think of anything that would be adequate to express my love and gratitude
for you except that which comes from my own heart and hands. So I went back to my journal and pulled out 2
entries:
1.
The first is a picture of you and me that I drew
with my non-dominant hand on Oct. 7, 2009. It is the porch of the house on
Center Road. You are wearing one of your
monogramed blouses and have a glass of iced tea within reach. We are sitting on the flowered lounge chair
that made its home there, waiting for the big kids to get home from school. It
is the earliest memory that I have of you!
2.
The second is a poem and reflection from June 4,
2008. I wrote it after spending the day
of your 81st Birthday with you.
Daughter,
First-Born
Sister, Wife
Mother, Friend
Grandmother, Great
Irish, Lady
Proud, Proper
Unashamed
Unabashed
Independent
Determined
Creative
Giving
Self-Sacrificing
Loving
Nurturing
My Mother
My Hero
My Friend
Sister, Wife
Mother, Friend
Grandmother, Great
Irish, Lady
Proud, Proper
Unashamed
Unabashed
Independent
Determined
Creative
Giving
Self-Sacrificing
Loving
Nurturing
My Mother
My Hero
My Friend
On Monday I
spent the afternoon with my Mom in celebration of her 81st birthday. Later that
evening as I reflected on the wondrous events of the day and the
profoundly-felt presence of a Heavenly Mother, I was reminiscent of Her spirit
recognizable in a number of Earthly Women whose paths I have crossed. And I
said a prayer of deep gratitude for my earthly Mother, an inspiring
illustration of the Divine Feminine.
I love you, Mom.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
"A" pedestrian walkover in Michigan
Have you ever heard of
the SKETCHBOOK PROJECT?
Neither had I until this past week.
They just started a new project called
I'm participating in this one...
and thinking about another...
or 3.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
the bles(x2)ing jar...
I found an idea that I thought I would try.
Here's my first entry:
Bet you can't guess what the orange paper says? :-]
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween....with a little help from my Dental-Wonderland friends!
Coming to you live from Dental-Wonderland is:
the Officially unManageable Cheshire Cat ...
And 2 little autobots that go by the name of "Bumblebee"!
Happy All Hallow's Eve!!
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/ ^_^ \
\wvw/
Sunday, October 23, 2011
making memories with Mijo
and decided on riding in the caboose.
But then he thought the engineer's position looked more profitable.
But then he thought the engineer's position looked more profitable.
He inquired about the position and was hired on the spot.
Look at him with his hands on his hips, trying to look all in charge, while the real engineer gives instruction to the passengers!
But there were no trains at the horse farm...
And as long as it was a horse he could ride,
he'd wear that yucky-hated-helmet all day long!
Ever wondered how a 3 year old conveys love?
"You like that horse," I asked Mijo?
"She's my daughter," he responded.
This year Mijo begins the adventure of making school memories!
Is he that old already?
This business of growing-up sure is tiring!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Who says?
and lampshades are supposed to be white?
Who says chairs are only for sitting ...
and branches belong on trees?
Not I!
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Witnessing Wrists
Dear Sisters, Associates, Volunteer Corps members, Companions, Coworkers and Friends in Mercy:
I was privileged to be able to attend our most recent Chapter experience in Chicago. The moments were filled with new connections and rich conversations, out of which grew a phrase that was repeated over and over again throughout the numerous configurations in which we assembled: communal witness. It seemed to capture the Spirit of many and continued to call me to something more, but what? On the final day of our gathering, I shared an idea for an experiment in which my base group agreed to participate. I have dubbed it Witnessing Wrists and it works like this:
I’ve designed and purchased silicone bracelets - like the ones everyone is wearing these days to call attention to different causes! My design is royal blue in color, debossed in white with a Mercy cross in a circular shape at the center, and the words MERCY and MISERICORDIA on either side. The experiment is to wear the bracelet for 365 days, and keep a running tally of how many times you are invited to talk about Mercy when someone notices it on your wrist. That’s it!
Because it was more economical to buy in bulk and the company was running an offer for 100 free with the purchase of 100, I have 200 bracelets ready to adorn some Witnessing Wrists! Everyone in the Mercy family is invited to participate and can speak to Mercy from her/his own experience…I have 3 colleagues whom have already made claims.
If you would like to participate, all I ask is that you 1) send me a self-addressed, stamped envelope; 2) keep a tally of the inquiries made within a 365 day period; 3) email me the results of your Witnessing Wrist at the end of your experiment. I will put bracelets in the first 200 envelopes I receive and get them in the mail.
In Mercy, Sarah
Friday, June 17, 2011
the healing hands of God
“How do you know that God is present?” is a question I have been asked more times than I can count. But although it is an easy question to ask – especially to someone who has made a life commitment because of a deep belief in that Presence – it is not an easy question to answer. Being born and raised within a Tradition of belief and having been schooled in the rubrics of the faith, the “know” part is fairly easy to answer; the “how” part, not so much. It takes time, examination, reflection on previously lived moments to recognize God present in the passing of a day, and still it often ends up as a piece of knowledge: the flowering tree I passed on my way to work; the $20 I found in my coat pocket the day I forgot my lunch; my nephew’s laugh-out-loud enthusiasm of a rolling tennis ball; the extended deadline of the assignment I didn’t finish…
But sometimes, some times, I recognize God without having to reflect back. I am able to feel God’s presence in the moment – I think it’s called Grace. It doesn’t happen a lot; it doesn’t even happen often, at least not to me. But when it does, it reaches a place deep, deep within, and fills me to overflowing. I recently met someone in whose presence I feel the Presence of God. The relaxing encounters have been so profound that I have been reduced to tears when we meet. I’m not sure she has any idea how sacred for me her time is; how through her hands I experience the healing hand of God; how grateful I am to be able to feel the Grace in the moment; how I thank my God whenever I think of her...
But sometimes, some times, I recognize God without having to reflect back. I am able to feel God’s presence in the moment – I think it’s called Grace. It doesn’t happen a lot; it doesn’t even happen often, at least not to me. But when it does, it reaches a place deep, deep within, and fills me to overflowing. I recently met someone in whose presence I feel the Presence of God. The relaxing encounters have been so profound that I have been reduced to tears when we meet. I’m not sure she has any idea how sacred for me her time is; how through her hands I experience the healing hand of God; how grateful I am to be able to feel the Grace in the moment; how I thank my God whenever I think of her... Thursday, June 16, 2011
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