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My mother loved me from the beginning. On Sunday mornings, we walked  to church. Then, Tuesdays we blessed my  lunch. Held hands on Thursday after a nightmare. Evenings on Saturdays she read me Mother Goose. Remembering my mother I love her once again.

seagulls against the white sand eyes black as night's summer stars blink at pearl seashells

Butterfly kissed cheek. Lands on baby's eye and nose. Flies up to the sky.

I didn't expect to read about judgment in an abbey between brothers. However, it does happen. Just like in life on the outside of a monastery. Just imagine, Brother Francis is disliked because he seems "too happy." Poor guy. "'There's something insubstantial about him. All this light-heartedness is pleasant enough, but he seems insincere to me....He's too happy. You mark my words, this eternal smile of his covers an emptine'"s within. He needs sobering up, that lad.'"

ruby drop earrings pierce her ears. Ruby cufflinks touch his fingertips

http://bibliophilebythesea.blogspot.com "I will never forget my friend Maggie dying. Word came to me on the Saturday afternoon that there had been a fire at her house and she was in hospital. I cancelled my plans for the evening and went straight there. I was not allowed to go in to her, the doctor was with her, so I sat down to wait in a room where chairs and bits of furniture were stored."

http://bookjourney.wordpress.com I finished The Wounds of God by Penelope Wilcock. I am reading Everyday Grace by Jessica Thompson and The Long Fall by Penelope Wilcock. Also reading, The Heart of The Amish by Suzanne Woods Fisher.