One Sparrow at a Time...

If I do not make myself sit down and jot a few thoughts on my blog, I know I will let more weeks pass before I have another opportunity to make any entry.  Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, well, actually today is, since it is past midnight our time. 

When I reflect on the past events that surround Thanksgiving, I fondly remember many special friends who are not with us anymore in earthly sense. But they are with us in a unique way reminding us of special holidays that we spent together or a conversation we had. I also think of a unique traits about a particular person that I respected and loved.  I can not help but tearing up remembering the friend whose Turkey dressing recipe she shared with me that I still follow, with celeries and sausages..... and I remember that day when she and I prepared some food in the kitchen while the children played in the background,,,,, and her kids are all grown. Another will remind me of the gift of music and how it can be shared with friends in such a special way throughout the year but especially during the holidays. It all reminds me of the preciousness of the time you have with your friends or family members. 

Thankfulness should come in bundles and that is often not the way how we go about our days. When we are busy, it is so easy to forget the reasons why we are even alive and able to walk on this earth. I am thankful for a day I wake up, find things to do, things to think about, family to feed, and when I put things in the light scope, I am grateful even for the laundry pile my family creates. That is a sign of life, you know.....

I know many of my friends whose Thanksgiving memories are not without the pain of loss. I want them to know, I am thankful for my memories of their loved ones. I also hope that, in spited of the pain and the emptiness during the holiday season, renewed joy is continuously filling their families. 


This Video below is of our practice session but it is probably not going to get too much better, really because of me, not because of Erik.....so there,,,, I decided to go ahead and share the music with you today. (my apology for a lot of back ground noise and unbalanced sound of piano and flute,,, please turn your volume down considerably,,,,, it sounds somewhat better)

The words to this music has a special presence in my heart,,,the moment I received the word from my doctor of my definite Diagnosis of cancer was followed within a second with the vivid and real image of sparrows,, . A pack of them flew off the line right in front of me as I took my first deep breath inhaling the words I heard. Sparrows, the smallest, unnoticed creatures became a symbol of "Sovereign Care"
, .  and some of my friends also have special memories attached to this music, I know,,,,

 His eye is on the sparrow,,,one sparrow at a time. 

Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone. 

(This is my new experiment of the year that we think is easy and and tasted great! )


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