2013

Here's to healing the ache, finding the courage and sharing the joy. Wishing you all an inspiring 2013! xo

merry, merry

Santa delivered his gift to Mama, early. It doesn't come in a box, you can't hang it around your neck..or drive it. It's "appreciation". While attending T-Mag's precious holiday school show this morning, there was a number intro'd by a young girl of 7. Her class performed a beautiful piece written by her composer father in memory of her sister, who passed away. The whispers behind me, let me know that this child would have been in the 4th grade..same as my Will. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

Throughout the scrambling, the baking..at times, the 'hum-bugging', may we all make a concerted effort to stop, if even for a moment, to appreciate the simple joy of togetherness. Each others smile, hug and good cheer is all we truly need. May your "tree" runneth over this holiday season, friends! xo

Thanksgiving 2012

I am thankful for...

My babies- their laughter..my song. Their heart..my own.

My family & friends- whose wit lifts me when I need it..on whose shoulders, I lean.

My home and hearth- that provide me the warmth & comfort so many will lack this holiday season.

My health- the vibrance of which allows me to feel, dance & celebrate to the fullest.

My life- unique, flawed and wonderful.

Happy Thanksgiving, all! May this day fill your tummies and more importantly, your soul!

Best Always,
Mama Mags

Henri 4, L'Haunting

memorial day 2012

We honor the goodbye and rejoice in the hello...

still

Sometimes it's opening a drawer and seeing your rolling pin. Other days it shows itself in the giggle of my youngest or the way her eyes light up when she sings to herself. The memory of you is a whisper that weaves itself in and out of dreams. Tears well as easy as breath and there are days when each step feels so heavy, I fear I'll never ever get over that long goodbye.

The weight of grief can be like a stole on a shoulder, and I pray that time will turn out to be the friend that guides me through the storm. Until then, I busy myself with recipes and planting. Looking for you, I think.

I will have to make do with the hummingbird who visits, the fragrance of Sweet William....the morning sun through the trees that gives my heart what my eyes will never see again. You were my world for so long. Your love was like cashmere and I ache in your absence. I never kept a secret from you until the end and I don't think I will ever forgive my silence. It was such an erratic journey we travelled those last two years, you and I. It was incredibly difficult to make decisions and almost impossible now not to regret them. Although my head understands this as an inevitable process aided by the passing of time, it is my heart that's left to scale a precipice that breaks it. Such is life and its irony. I miss you. I miss my sounding board, the way you loved me 'anyway' and the smell of your rolls. Whatever star you are dancing on, is the brightest one in the sky, Mom. I love you. Always have.

In the face of unspeakable tragedy flies the power of love. Its greatness and potential to turn anything & anyone around is unfathomable. I am inspired and amazed every day by people and their strength, their courage, their words...their story. Today is no exception. But today, I learned to do better. May the precious lives of these three girls and the mommy who loved them encourage us all to act, think, give and make it better throughout the New Year and always.
Lily, Sarah & Grace