To spend the evening in the presence of family, lounging in the midst of familiar noises, laughter of children playing, the sound of the beloved reading, the littlest one going off in search of her bells. These moments make holy the life I live. And years later, reading my journal entry of this night like any other night from long ago, I am there, breathe into memory, and smile.
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ginger beer
homebase can be mortal with all the starts & returns of puzzled faces who once again did not understand the point of Sunday's sermon & come only in the hope of loan forgiveness for last night's dinner tab itemizing roasted leg & puree of soul which never tasted so good trust the story & remember how richly good grandma's cranberry sauce tasted each season of giving thanks for things known & for things unknown & how she would smile when asked the secret of her recipe & say, If I told you it wouldn't be a secret & how she whispered with a voice sounding of the end in that last week, ginger beer.