Just the Right Shoes for a Wedding

the right shoes for a wedding
Shoes for the journey.
Not too tight, not too loose.  The fit has to be perfect.
Some shoes will be outgrown quickly, others may last a lifetime.
Boots can get you through the muck and mire, but 
they can also take you down the isle in your pretty new dress 
as you carry your own flowers.
Sandals can get you down the same isle toward the one you love,
and spare your feet from the heat of the day, and they can 
carry you to the dance floor where you celebrate for hours.
But, oh, the getting there.
The hours of preparation.  The fittings. The decisions.
The decorating.  Working with all those vendors.
Making it all come together, along with a team of friends.
I wore simple, comfortable black flats, and carried my camera around
for hours on end, documenting this beautiful day.
What. An. Honor.
I think I just may have stepped into the shoes with the perfect fit…for me.

Gathering Places

We sat across the table from my life-long friend and her husband, in that familiar restaurant (shown above) where I and my family and friends have gathered for years. All around us the clinking sounds of the dishes and flatware, the ice in glasses, the voices, the aromas blended together in a kind of symphony you only hear in that place.  

Across the table we looked each other in the eye and shed a tear or two…remembering being ten years old and riding bikes, going to “catfish hole” — a place in a cow pasture shaded by trees, and a make shift parade where we threw sawdust for confetti.  We became those little girls again, with pony tails, skinned knees, bikes with streamers on the handle bars.

We gathered in that familiar place that for me is filled with memories, and we connected as though we had never lived hundreds of miles apart for 17 years.  I snapped a quick photo on my cell phone just to remember this gathering.

I had made this pilgrimage to my home in Illinois, along with my daughter, and we gathered with many, many other people to share our sympathy with the family who lost a wife, daughter, mother, and friend.  (See my last post.)  Following that visitation we shared a meal, hence the “stuff” behind this post.

Gathering places.  

That is what I have been thinking of ever since.  More precisely I’ve thought a lot of just gathering, being together.

Because when we gather we gain strength from one another.  We see into each other’s eyes and we breathe in the same space. We share in the energy that is present. We take courage from each other.  Sometimes we even take on the fears of those around us.  Or the sadness.  The laughter can be just as contagious as the tears.

Then, these places where we have gathered become kind of sacred to us.  The connection of place to precious times binds us together in our hearts, in our memory.  This favorite restaurant, for me, is one of those.  

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Go and find that place. 
Unplug from all the screens.  
Grab a cup of coffee, or tea, or favorite beverage, 
and share some face to face time with a friend.

Joy for the Friendships


There is a scene in the musical Les Miserables when a young man is mourning the tragic loss of his friends in a battle.  He sings of the Empty Chairs and Empty Tables, those places where once they all sat together as friends, planning their futures, planning how they would fight in the revolution, singing and drinking, not knowing what fate awaited them.  

I’m not one of those revolutionaries.  Far from it.  Yet the grief he speaks of in that scene, the unspeakable loss, is a sorrow that, as I write this, I know others are walking through.

From my childhood home came news in the last couple of days of a terrible auto accident and the untimely death of a mother and daughter I have known for a very long time.  And I’ll be honest with you; though I have not had contact with this family for a few years, the shock and sadness have really knocked me down.  It’s hard to think of anything else.  

There will now be a huge gap in the lives of those left behind.  Something as simple as an empty coat hook, or a task not done, or who knows what….simple little things will trigger the grief and suffering all over again.  And my heart goes out to all.  To all who are feeling the loss of those they loved so dearly.

Seeing how this tragedy was really keeping me from doing much, I knew I needed to act. 

I took time to meet with a friend here locally who is a quilter, and she is teaching me how to do paper piecing.  It was great to have my hands on something, doing a creative task.  I am a firm believer that art saves; doing something creative gets us in touch with a vital part of who we are and rescues us in some way.

Later I called my other dear friend from my hometown.  We talked for a long time about life.  There were tears, and laughter, and comparing notes about being grandmothers now, and just the sound of her voice lifted me like you can not imagine.  

The two of us would have gone bike riding with this friend who died.  Each of us would have held her daughter when she was a baby.   We shared this common bond of growing up in the same place, and those memories today became a soothing balm for our hurting hearts. 

happy days

We all went to the same school, and I’m pretty sure we may have used this same reader in first grade (or one similar) to learn to read.  

It’s the conversation with my friend tonight that remind me of those carefree times of childhood, those bike rides, the hair done in two pony tails, and slumber parties and then boys and high school.  Gone so fast.  But the memories became more of that healing.

How do I end this post?

Not with sadness, but with joy.  

Joy that I knew this woman and her family, her daughter, her husband (who remains in the hospital), and another daughter who lives with her own family now.  

Joy for the friendships that were, 
the friendships that are, 
and the friendships that are to come.

Heart Warming Times Around The Fire

Our new home has a wood burning fireplace, and we enjoyed it a lot last weekend. Pine cones from our yard became kindling and that is what you see in this image.  It was just amazing to see the fiery glow, the brief yet intense colors of those flames as the pine cones were consumed.  That display only lasted a short time, so I was glad that my photo shows the essence of that warmth and heat.   
What you don’t see in the photo was the warmth of friendship.  Two dear friends came to see us from our previous home, and lots of good conversations happened before this hearth.    Even though I want to put into words how special that time was, I just can’t find the words. 
Maybe you know what that is like.  Priceless. 
Because I have shown you the “before” images of the floors, I wanted to also show the “after” in the image below.  We are so happy with how the finish looks. 
Imagine my couch now in front of that fireplace, the soft crackle of the fire, a little rug on the floor, a lamp by the wall, and our friends sitting there with us.  And home made gingersnap cookies.
That’s what we enjoyed and will cherish.