Hi Lee Ann, we work together at SR and I want you to know how much I respect the work you do there. I have also admired your personal blog and work as a seamstress. I was touched by your words and story and wanted to respond to something that you wrote. You are not an accident and I hope that thought is a distant memory for you in your adult emotional being. You were specially formed and called to do the work that you are doing today and touch the many lives that you touch everyday, you may never know who or how you inspire others. Like you have and do me. With much love and respect, Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you and yours. Laurie.
It's good you ended and began with the light: the blue healing light of your glass crib and the inner light we all share, glimmering in the flag with the setting sun. That's a through thread and a wonderful one when faced with the harsh reality of your birth—almost a British /Victorian drama of the nanny and the lord. How cruel he was; I'm glad you never met him.
Thank you, Kate! Believe me, I've had some angry conversations in my head with him for more reasons than mentioned here. But he had a light in him too!
True, he did and hid. I wonder why he left England, then New England, to the farthest corner of the West Coast near Mexico—running away? It's great you found him! Brava to you!
Hi Lee Ann, we work together at SR and I want you to know how much I respect the work you do there. I have also admired your personal blog and work as a seamstress. I was touched by your words and story and wanted to respond to something that you wrote. You are not an accident and I hope that thought is a distant memory for you in your adult emotional being. You were specially formed and called to do the work that you are doing today and touch the many lives that you touch everyday, you may never know who or how you inspire others. Like you have and do me. With much love and respect, Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you and yours. Laurie.
Thank you so much, Laurie! We are so much more than our jobs. Have a wonderful holiday break!
It's good you ended and began with the light: the blue healing light of your glass crib and the inner light we all share, glimmering in the flag with the setting sun. That's a through thread and a wonderful one when faced with the harsh reality of your birth—almost a British /Victorian drama of the nanny and the lord. How cruel he was; I'm glad you never met him.
Happy Holidays, living in the light!
Thank you, Kate! Believe me, I've had some angry conversations in my head with him for more reasons than mentioned here. But he had a light in him too!
True, he did and hid. I wonder why he left England, then New England, to the farthest corner of the West Coast near Mexico—running away? It's great you found him! Brava to you!
If he's anything like me, he left for the same two reasons I left New England: 1)opportunity and 2)cold winters.
I can well believe it! So, perhaps a positive move. Maybe the cards will tell you. ❤️❤️