Thank you Patti for considering how many parallel lives there are. Every life counts. I hope your walk with your daughter Jesse is a beautiful walk. Thank you.
My mom had little blue birds on her window sill. I have them now and I love them. When I see them I can fully picture where they sat for years, on that same sill, on that same road, where early memories were born. x
I know this is late to the game. Hello. Love your corn salt and pepper shakers. The world is so broken so this little updates on what is up with you is always a welcome break from the everyday. I too have a hard time getting rid of books, many have been lost to loaning them out and never getting back. But if I can share a great book with someone who has not yet found that title, that to brings me joy. Moving soon to New Orleans so I got rid of some books, but not too many. Remembering to smile.
Oh Patti, I have never met you but I feel so happy to watch your cafe talks as if you’re a dear ol’ friend. Your happy face gloves made me chuckle too and your insight about living parallel lives is so true. Thank you 🙏 🙂🙂sending you love and light. PS: I washed my hair today and felt much better for it. 👍
It’s late in the game but I just downloaded Nina Simone’s Please Don’t Let Me Be Understood.... it’s a powerful rendition.... her words and voice comfort in these times of duality ! 🙏🏻✌🏼❤️
I love the vision of your mother standing with her cigarette smoke beholding the results of her work, the work that feeds the soul of the family -- clean sheets. And to imagine you standing with her in the sunshine turning the handle of the washing machine as the water is squeezed out.... I can see it all perfectly like a great photograph, stilled in time and memory -- just beautiful!
it is oh so difficult to live these parallel lives but seeing in that way does help. thank you Patti and the company of commentators here,
Thank you Patti for considering how many parallel lives there are. Every life counts. I hope your walk with your daughter Jesse is a beautiful walk. Thank you.
My mom had little blue birds on her window sill. I have them now and I love them. When I see them I can fully picture where they sat for years, on that same sill, on that same road, where early memories were born. x
I know this is late to the game. Hello. Love your corn salt and pepper shakers. The world is so broken so this little updates on what is up with you is always a welcome break from the everyday. I too have a hard time getting rid of books, many have been lost to loaning them out and never getting back. But if I can share a great book with someone who has not yet found that title, that to brings me joy. Moving soon to New Orleans so I got rid of some books, but not too many. Remembering to smile.
Hello Patti,
Is Coleman Bark your favorite of Rumi's poetry?
Thank you,
Patricia
Thanks for sharing your thoughts Patti. Love you and All Best Wishes.
Happy Thanksgiving Patti and to all who gather with you! Grateful for the time you share with us all!
Happy Thanksgiving! May you enjoy family and friends on this special day of gratitude. You know we count ourselves among them!
Happy thanksgiving to you all. Be kind to others
Oh Patti, I have never met you but I feel so happy to watch your cafe talks as if you’re a dear ol’ friend. Your happy face gloves made me chuckle too and your insight about living parallel lives is so true. Thank you 🙏 🙂🙂sending you love and light. PS: I washed my hair today and felt much better for it. 👍
Thankful for You, Patti. Bless your cafe of many names.
It’s late in the game but I just downloaded Nina Simone’s Please Don’t Let Me Be Understood.... it’s a powerful rendition.... her words and voice comfort in these times of duality ! 🙏🏻✌🏼❤️
Thank you!
I feel very gloomy tonight. Maybe it's the collective consciousness of our existence feeling the pain of the world. Maybe it's our attachments.
We are all in this together. I totally feel you.
I love the vision of your mother standing with her cigarette smoke beholding the results of her work, the work that feeds the soul of the family -- clean sheets. And to imagine you standing with her in the sunshine turning the handle of the washing machine as the water is squeezed out.... I can see it all perfectly like a great photograph, stilled in time and memory -- just beautiful!