paper-thin petalshaiku by me
wars fought, lives fraught, HONOR
On Sunday afternoon, we gathered in a circle outside his house — not arm in arm, but masked and standing apart — to pray and sing one of his favorite hymns. Tonight, our friend and Pastor Emeritus is in a hospice house.
He was still downhill skiing at 85 when he retired for the second time. This summer, at 87, he was still riding his bicycle, and three weeks ago he was driving his car around town. Just 10 days ago he was diagnosed with untreatable cancer.
I’m grateful he is not suffering a long illness, and I’m grateful his family could gather and surround him and one another with love over the past week. It won’t be long now until he meets his best friend, Jesus, face to face. He is ready.
KC Creations Photography, July 2020
The arrowleaf balsamroot are in bloom.
bright and soft, we begin our lives
held tightly, nurtured, protected
we strain against that which holds us
seeking freedom, growth
but do we understand
that by our declaration of independence,
we are forever changed
Hard to believe this little guy is one year old today!
Picture taken Easter Sunday
Bitterroot in bloom — also known as rock roses
I’m trying to find words again. I suspect it will take a bit of time.
Tiki Bar for lunch on our first day? Yes, please!