3:00 am. The earlier you wake the bigger the day. Moments passing. I try to catch them—like the first family gathering in over a year—and put them somewhere safe.
The chairs were full but some places were empty. Those people I brought to the table inside me.
The children are no longer children. We can share clothes, and shoes, like I once did with my mom.
The dolls I strolled and dressed and fed were passed on to the children’s children.
The day comes when the challenge is to empty out—your attic, your basement, your head, your heart—the old in order to receive the New.
Have you ever noticed how the small things take up more space than the big things…?
Even Solomon in all his splendor could not compare to the lilies.