Showing posts with label Leicester. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leicester. Show all posts

Sunday, July 8, 2012

You Can Sleep When the Day is Done


Sometimes in the midst of warmth and summer fun, we are reminded how fragile life is. When we lost Andy Griffith this week, I remembered the Dillard Song "There is a Time."  Fall comes and winter, too. And our loved ones go on to sleep. Maude, Don, Kathryn, Andy, James, Pearl, Beuford, Nora, Lucy, Teresa Shiflet, and many others. And others go on to wander when life is new for them.

Photo: James Wells by Billie Wells

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Saturday, June 30, 2012

When all You Can Do is Crawl, Smile


What is so amazing about Asheville is the people, many who came from farms and factories to become a people so strong and yet so tender.


When I was 6, my father became disabled, starting 40 years of when he said his legs felt like sticks. When I was 10, he crawled to bed - with a smile on his face. And in the morning he arose with pure joy bubbling over. 




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Saturday, June 23, 2012

The Meadow of St. James



My daughter and I want to walk the Camino de Santiago de Compostela - the Way of St. James. But I think we already have. This is my father's meadow in Leicester - bright fallow fields. When Vanessa was born, we became servants, learning by washing his feet. From him, we learned humility and joy. We learned how to lose your leg and still dance in your wheelchair. We found our way just as my dad, James did.

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