When pressured, I cannot always remember the Latin name of a plant, but I can always recall it's look and feel, it's beauty and grace, the way it moves in the wind, and how it responds to the rain. When pressured, I cannot always remember what my family was like before... but I can assure you that we laughed alot, talked alot and we danced in the rain and swirled with the wind.
Living with the new Caleb has brought silence to the dinner table , blaming and guilty thoughts to our eyes.....and worries of the future. ..and in the face of danger and in the face of uncertainty ...it has also brought about the realization that something big is going on here . bigger than we know..... and like our origins.. I rememebr who I am and who he is and I have faith that he will find his way back home....as we are are all finding our way back home!