What We Crave Most ~

Look at us, running around. Always rushed, always late. I guess that's why they call it the human race. What we crave most in this world is connection. For some people it happens at first site. It's when you know you know. It's fate working it's magic. And that's great for them. They get to live in a pop song. Ride the express train. But that's not the way it really works. For the rest of us, it's a bit less romantic. It's complicated, it's messy. It's about horrible timing and fumbled opportunities. And not being able to say what you need to say when you need to say it. At least, that's the way it was for me.

Look at us, running around. Always rushed, always late. I guess that's why they call it the human race. But sometimes it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place. Fate works it's magic... and you're connected. Every once in awhile, in all the randomness, something unexpected happens and it pushes us forward and the truth is... what I'm starting to think... what I'm starting to feel, is that maybe the human race isn't a race at all.

To See The Beauty ~

During a recent conversation, my mom shared with me early one morning, while the kids were still sleeping, she went in her back yard to drink her coffee. As she sat there, she couldn't help but think how much her life had changed since she took custody and guardianship of my sister's four children. As I listened to my mom talk, I could hear the sadness in her voice. She went on to tell me how even her back yard is in a complete disarray. I tried to encourage her and lift her spirits by pointing out what a blessing she was being there for my sister and the children. I also pointed out how the back yard has been a place of refuge and allowing the kids to be kids. It's a good thing.

Not long ago, I watched the kids for my mom and took some picture's that caught my eye while I played with my nieces and nephew. I love my mom's back yard. It's as if you are walking through an outdoor garden article in a Country Living Magazine. I sent her this collage and told her she may have to look at everything through different eyes to see the beauty.