march 22

as we stood below blue in the crisp air, she handed them to me one at a time. we talked about how i used to do the same thing with my grandmother. when we went inside, i put them in the tiniest vase i could find that rests on the windowsill above the sink.

later, as i looked at them while making a cup of tea, i kept thinking about how living fills the cracks missing creates.

Comments

[danielle]

such a pretty and wistful picture you created with your words. thank you.

[Paula]

Oh my, Liz, this just took my breath away. So beautiful!

[Jenna/The Word Cellar]

Beautiful, beautiful: the moment, the remembering, the writing, you.

[pam king]

lovely

[michelle gd]

so tender and beautiful. i am pausing, re-reading, and loving...

[Kate]

I never thought about it like that. What a healing thought - thank you.

[kristine]

This is beautiful - such a full circle moment.

[Lindsey]

Oh, wow. I am missing someone very much and your phrase is precise, perfect, wise: yes, yes. When I let the living in, I am distracted from the all-encompassing missing. For a little while. Thank you. xo

[Cyndi Speelman]

Love those words. Big thanks to you! <3

[gkgirl]

oh.

this i love.