Life is Grace

Welcome to my messy and imperfect, yet amazingly beautiful, life. I’m finding grace in the everyday while living a full and creative life while coping with chronic illness. It’s possible!

Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are hidden moments and life itself is grace.

Fredrick Buechner

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May 24, 2014

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly, and then all at once.” John Grien.
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This is true, mostly. I knew almost from the moment I met George that I would marry him, although that was intuition, not love. Still, from our first date on, we were almost inseparable, and by the end of our first week of dating I think we both knew we had found something qualitatively different than anything either of us had had before. So yeah, it took me a week—slowly, and then all at once—to fall head over ears in love.

How about you? Did you fall slowly, all at once, or both?

Remembering Grandma

Tulips and old cookbooks from Cumberland, WI

This photo is in honor of my Grandma Resch’s birthday yesterday…she died when I was only sixteen, but I still think of her every day, and she lives on in my heart. 💕💕💕 #family

Of the many things I am grateful for today, I am especially grateful that 57 years ago today these two crazy kids (aged 35 and 44, ahem) took a chance and said “I do”. Everything I know about love and loyalty and faith I learned from them, my beautiful and beloved parents. Miss them sooo much!

Posting this today in honor of my maternal grandmother, Fern Wright Baach, on what would be her 129th birthday. She was quite a woman: a teacher; a suffragette; a self-taught violinist; poet and writer; and a Minnesota farm wife and mother during the worst of the Depression and the Dust Bowl. She died of breast cancer long before I was born, but my mom adored her and talked about her so much I’ve always felt I that knew her. And now I do more than ever, since I inherited all of her old letters to her sister, letters that span the decades from the 1910s to the 1950s. Happy birthday Grandma!

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