A Good Home, Friendship, The Friend Ship

The Friend Ship

Two things in this post: 

Thing #1:

Blogger Sally Cronin is a great friend to independent authors around the world, helping us launch and promote our books through her site. Now, Sally has just launched her own book, Tales from the Irish Garden.  If you read her first magical garden “Tales”, you know you’re in for a treat. 

Congrats to Sally and illustrator Donata Zawadska!

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2018/10/03/booklaunch-tales-from-the-irish-garden-by-sally-cronin/

Thing#2:

I call it “The Friend Ship”.

What would we do without friends?

On life’s journey, we both welcome and release friends. How to do it with grace is the challenge many of us face.

People change. As we travel toward new horizons and as we ourselves grow, we may lose some of our friends.  And whether we are the ones saying goodbye, or we’re the ones being left, it can be a wrenching loss.

Carol Hand shares a wise and reassuring perspective on the changing nature of friends and friendship through this short poem, below. Thank you, Carol.

https://carolahand.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/reflections-about-loss/

 

 

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A Good Home, Acts of Friendship, Thanks

A Flower for My Friends

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Dedicated to everyone who has helped me along the way — with great thanks. Some of you have known me for years, some only through my books and blog. You’ve encouraged me, prayed for my family and me in tough times, and helped keep me upright!

I’m most grateful.

Wishing you a lovely day,

Cynthia.

A Good Home, Flowers, Friendship

Amaryllis Flowers for John

My dear friend John

The gardener one

Has been unwell quite lately

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And so I send

These flowers for him

The ones I think most stately

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I know John may

Of course prefer

That flow’r that’s caused some conflict

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Between us friends

And made me near

Become a horto-convict

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For stealing John’s

Wisteria vine

That bloomed and bloomed all summer

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While ours had been

A true disgrace

A non-performing bummer

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But John, my dear

It’s cold out there

And vines are not in flower

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So will you please

Accept these blooms

Now flow’ring at this hour?

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They bring much love

And happy thoughts

Of better days before us

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And best of all

They’ll bloom again

With gusto and with no fuss.

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Dedicated to our dear friend John, in hopes that this excruciatingly bad poetry will make him laugh, and to his loving wife and son.

 

 

A Good Home, Family Moments, Mishaps

The Ungodly Godmother

Maybe — now that I’m going to become a children’s book author — my blog should become more respectable?  I hope not. But just in case, I’m sharing this post before Myrtle is published!

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The “Ungodly Godmother” of one of our children drove hours on her first day off work to visit me after my recent mishap.

Time spent with her is a gift. She’s caring, smart, and makes us laugh. Updates about her life, her town, mutual friends — are all told in witty, ironic and ‘salty’ language.

It’s partly why our children have always loved her. The laughter. And because she was that rare adult who didn’t clean up her language when they entered a room. Thus the name she gave herself: “The Ungodly Godmother”.

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Before she left our home this time, she autographed my cast.

Not that I could see it clearly.  Too far down the cast, near my heel.

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We hadn’t been to church since I fell and injured myself.  I’ve missed the quiet Sunday morning rituals, the readings from the old Book of Common Prayer, in our tiny historic chapel.

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So my husband and I were grateful when the priest called, offering to bring us communion.  

Father Tim spread a handkerchief-size white tablecloth on our coffee table, then placed two tiny gold jars on it, his prayer book to one side. He read a prayer for the sick, and Hamlin and I followed along as he read. He opened one gold jar and gave us the wafer (the bread), then opened the other and anointed our foreheads with consecrated oil.

The sacred ceremony complete, we got to talking about light and pleasant topics. You know:  politics, journalism, original sin.

Before he left, I asked him to sign my cast.

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“There’s room next to Liona’s.” My husband pointed to the space next to Liona Boyd’s signature and drawing of her guitar. 

Blog photo - Cast with Liona Guitar

She’s a famous classical guitarist and Father Tim, a fan of her music, happily placed his signature near hers, complete with the sign of the cross.

Blog Photo - Cast message from Fr. Tim

Days later, I saw my husband’s photos of the cast and made a surprising discovery.

To the right of Father Tim’s signature was Liona’s — yes. But to the near-left was the message from our dear friend, The Ungodly Godmother.

Blog Photo - Cast message from the UG

It said, simply: “Get this effing thing off!”

“Do you think he noticed?” I anxiously asked my husband.

“Don’t worry”, he said. “He’s a priest. He’s seen a lot worse.”

The Ungodly Godmother had struck again.