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I can’t pick just one either-
– My daughter playing flute (she was 2nd flutiest) when she was in middle school (concert and marching band).
She was also High honors at that time in her life. She had a horse in HS and learn jumping and went to Horse camp.
Meeting my grandson for the first time. Going to her sober meeting and presenting her with her 1 yr medallion.
– My son was on the travel soccer team and I loved going to all of his games. He also made the HS team. The day he graduated with his Bachelor’s degree . The day he accepted a job offer from Boston Scientific and bought his first house.
– My first trip to Ireland
– Seeing how happy my Mother was with her grandchildren when they were younger
Not one specific but a collection of memories sitting on the floor listening to my granny, great aunts, mom, aunt, cousins tell old stories sometimes the same stories but there was laughter, love and a special bond. Those memories remind me what I am made of
The memory of a dear friend who had left his family without a trace and without paying for his kids, leaving them when they were only around 5 and 7 years old, of which one is my godson. Due to that the contact had to stop for many years. Then he fell ill with cancer and shortly before he died much too early, it was possible to visit him for just a few days. I am dearly grateful for these gifted days when I could sit at his bedside, speaking about the essential themes we had to share and to sort out. We had taken the chance to meet beyond the pains of once and in the same time could relate with the loving friendship of once when we were close friends, so that when I left, both of us could peacefully seperate for good. May he rest in Peace.
What a gift,
dear Ose . . .
I am so moved by your experience,
and am grateful this happened for you,
and for him. ♥
This memory
was made in a moment of profound grief . . .
I think I might have shared it
some time ago.
I believe my first experience
of Grace,
was after my infant son had died
a few weeks before . . .
sitting on top of a bluff in the grass,
overlooking what used to be called Herring Gut harbour
on Easter Sunday.
I was dressed for the holiday,
wearing a white smock dress,
with silk flowers in my hair.
the air was chilly . . .
but the seagulls and terns
were riding the currents of wind over my head,
completely unaware
or unconcerned about me.
The water below
was churning restlessly against the rocks.
The beach bushes around me
were swaying,
the grass ruffling in soprano,
my hair tossed by the currents.
Being a part of this symphony of movement
opened up something within me
that I hadn’t really known existed,
and I could feel my heart opening up
and growing warm.
I was not the focus of this picture . . .
neither was the wind or the ocean,
or the birds,
or the bushes and the grass . . .
we were all one
together.
I felt a part of all things,
and that all things were a part of me.
Death doesn’t separate us . . .
it actually brings us together as one.
It was a revelation,
an epiphany I had been straining to find
and that time on the hill
brought it straight to me.
I felt Grace,
but didn’t recognize it by that name at the time.
To quote Julian of Norwich,
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”
Eventually,
many years later
Grace saved me . . .
Grace healed my grief. ♥
💗
♥
There are no words.
♥
“I felt a part of all things,
and that all things were a part of me.
Death doesn’t separate us…
It actually brings us together as one.”
You share so generously with us in this forum, dear Sparrow.
I learn from you and I am inspired by you.
Sending so much love.
I think we must share,
dear Mary,
to heal . . . ♥
❤️ dear Sparrow.
♥
Thank you for sharing this, dear Sparrow. May you always be blessed.✨🙏❤️
Thank you,
dear Ose,
for your kind thoughts . . . ♥
Just one? I am grateful for the memory of going to the beach this past Sunday.
Can’t name just one. The many kindnesses of my father….
One of my biggest fears is my family and friends don’t know how much I love them or how much they mean to me. I was telling this to my younger sisters, to which one said “Yeni, I have never doubted your love for me” I remember being in complete shock but also a sense of ease came over me, knowing that my love is felt by my sisters. This has allowed me to Not fret over if my love is “felt enough”, that it just is. And for that, i am grateful. 🧡🙏🏽
That is beautiful 💕
Whenever you have spoken of your sisters, Jenifer, I have sensed much love and closeness in these relationships.
Sending much love to you and your sisters, dear Jenifer. I’m wishing you many years of closeness and togetherness.
Warmly, Mary
Only one?! I can’t do it.
Me, holding my sleeping firstborn and saying to my then-husband, “I used to read a lot, didn’t I? And now I’m just sitting here watching her sleep.” And that was enough, and all I needed.
Sitting in a favorite restaurant on Valentine’s Day 18 years ago wondering why it was taking them so long to bring me a glass of wine. When it arrived, it had an engagement ring tied to the stem and my sweetheart proposed.
Listening to my younger daughter perform as Elle in her high school production of “Legally Blonde” after she had had singing lessons and crying at the beauty of her voice (in what was supposed to be an upbeat opening number).
Another daughter-singing-Mom-crying-moment: Listening to my older daughter sing “Someone to Watch Over Me” a cappella in her elementary school’s talent show (in a lineup that involved a lot of karaoke and choreography performed by other kids) and absolutely sobbing at how rich and beautiful her voice was, as my friend turned to me and said, “Oh, Barb, best in show! Best in show!”.
I could keep going.
Dear Barb, I have noticed such beautiful warmth, caring, and kindness, and also a very special closeness in the mother daughter relationships you have with your own Mom and with your daughters. It warms my heart.
When my mom gifted me this meditation that I have been doing for the last four years ! What a wonderful birthday present! It’s changed my entire life and I am very grateful. Thank you for the question to be grateful for everyone and everything!
I am grateful for the memory of my husband, Mark, standing with his Dad, his best man, at the front of the church, as I walked down the aisle with my Dad. These were the very first moments, the beginning of our Marriage. I can see Mark standing there so clearly, his face beautiful, full of love and optimism. I am grateful for Mark, and cherish the memory of the day we began our marriage.
There are many! But today, I choose the moment when I woke up in the middle of the night in my previous life (previous marriage) and remembered that a friend of mine was about to get a new roommate. I sent her a text and told her to tell the person they couldn’t move in, that I needed that room. It was just in time because she hadn’t taken any money from that person. I deleted the text since my ex constantly went thru my phone and moved out 2 weeks later. Thus began me taking over my life!
Glad you got out of a bad situation and into an exponentially better one! Also, what a good friend.
Yes, it was time. While it wasn’t fun living with my friend, I am ever so grateful that she allowed me to live there for the time that I did.
While vacationing in Door Co. WI, my wife and I took our bikes to the ferry to Washington Island. The day was sunny, and about 70 degrees, and we spent the next couple of hours riding around the perimeter of the island, stopping here and there to look at the water, or at rocks or the shoreline or the farms and fields. So relaxing!
That is a beautiful part of my state. I hope it was not a one time experience.
In 1995 when my dear friend Linda took me in and said, “This is your home for as long as you need it.”
How kind Carol . 💓
Being held by my mother.
♥️
I am grateful for my memory of my first date with my husband Jon. We met at a coffee shop and his first words were “you actually look like your picture.” I cracked up and we got our drinks and talked in the park for four hours. We got engaged 8 weeks later.