Where Do You Live?

In spirit, I mean. Who do you call to tell of the good?

Good Morning! Wishing you a very happy and blessed Memorial Day Weekend!

Where Do You Live?

I live in Yardley (again) and in the springtime it is heaven. Though we’ve had some hot weather the last few days. I am taking walks with Philly early in the morning because of the sweltering heat in the afternoon.

I regularly see the bunnies out like this:

And I walk along the canal like this:

I was feeling so grateful and happy on my walk with Philly the other morning. And I began to think of Mom.

Mom.

She would have liked the canal. She loved bodies of water. She would have been in bliss in a small boat floating in lake with no one around for miles.

If you’ve been a reader for a certain length of time you’ll know my story. But Mom (my grandmother) passed away in 2019 of Alzheimer’s. And there are times when the loss, no matter how long ago, hits like an arrow through my heart; my soul. It cuts. It is an acute sharp strike. I felt it again on this walk. But not out of sorrow or that anguish that accompanies newer loss… but out of the wistfulness of living life, especially the joyful, utterly simple moments that make you want to pick up the phone and just talk about the bunnies and puppies.

You just want to talk about how your walk has been going. And on this day, I wanted to tell her it’s going really fine. I wanted her to know. At this point, I will skip the obligatory and all too human conversation about how “she knows” and “you still can…” etc. We all know. As a believer, I absolutely know.

But we are tactile beings on this planet. We get addicted to sight, sound and touch.

However, that didn’t stop me. I told her all about it - yes, out loud - on the canal. Luckily the era of looking like a total nutter talking to yourself, if done somewhat stealthily, are over — due to the age of the Airpod.

I told Mom of my day, and the beauty, how things were going… and that I was happy and grateful. Then, because I’m human… and you know… just in case… I asked Jesus to tell her, too.

I walked along seeing the gosling families like this:

And that’s when it happened. I knew immediately she’d heard.