Week No. 45: people who are the happiest

“It is people who pause to appreciate life and give thanks who are happiest. If we change our thoughts, we change our world! Love and peace to you all.” – Brittany Maynard


Photograph of “Brittany in San Francisco with her dog Charley” from www.thebrittanyfund.org/

Blessings to her family and to her memory. What a decision to have to make.

Read more about Brittany’s story here:


Week No. 42: A Homecoming



Esther and Clair Moxon Family circa 1936(?)

One faith is bondage. Two
are free. In the trust
of old love, cultivation shows
a dark graceful wilderness
at its heart. Wild
in that wilderness, we roam
the distances of our faith,
safe beyond the bounds
of what we know. O love,
open. Show me
my country. Take me home.

Wendell Berry


I have this post scheduled as tomorrow (Monday) will be my Grandma’s funeral.

I considered reading this poem as part of her eulogy, but in the end, I decided that it spoke more to me than it did of her personally. Nonetheless, I want to share it here with this picture from her childhood. She was the eldest daughter and I am guessing that she was around fiftten in this family photograph…maybe younger?

Wild in that wildernesss…




The mornings now leave frost in the lawn out here at the edge of town. We are staying with my Grandpa, in the house he built. My Grandma has left this life. Her tiny tired body knows true rest now. These days have been filled to their brims with such busy activity. But in the quiet of this morning, there is this moment of stillness. I want to stay right here.

Week No. 41: thinly coated memories


How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.

– Henry Rollins, Black Coffee Blues