A year ago you asked me how I practice being Brave and Strong as a response to one of your posts. I don’t think I went back and answered you. Maybe I did. But I think about defining “Brave” and “Strong” almost everyday. How DO I practice being brave and strong as my mother has encouraged me to be? Wendy, this poem answers that question. I just exclaimed out loud, to my cozy wee cottage during my perfectly prepared dinner for one, YES!
“Alone in this house but not alone”
This is the reason I look forward to Saturday night dinners with myself and your blog.
The poem made me tear up. Thank you for sharing it.
It made me tear up too.
A year ago you asked me how I practice being Brave and Strong as a response to one of your posts. I don’t think I went back and answered you. Maybe I did. But I think about defining “Brave” and “Strong” almost everyday. How DO I practice being brave and strong as my mother has encouraged me to be? Wendy, this poem answers that question. I just exclaimed out loud, to my cozy wee cottage during my perfectly prepared dinner for one, YES!
“Alone in this house but not alone”
This is the reason I look forward to Saturday night dinners with myself and your blog.
Cheers!
You’re not alone on Saturday night. I’m here with you and you’re here with me!