Strange and Unexplainable Things.....

After a nice morning at the City Market and a refreshing nap.....we went trail-walking in the woods behind our house. Rowan had a fabulous time running ahead and finding frogs and rocks to throw into the creek. He was absolutely full of energy. Then....the strangest thing happened....we got to a pond, Rowan sat down and got really quiet and serious. He said that he was "waiting for my Grandpa". Rex and I looked at each other and asked him who he was waiting for.....again..."waiting for my Grandpa". He then began to talk to his Grandpa in a very quiet voice...Rowan never got the opportunity to meet Rex's Father before he died. He calls my Dad Opa and has seen him many times. This is one of those times that no matter what or who you believe in.....you cannot help but be touched and have a huge sense of wonder about what happened. I would like to believe that Rex's Dad, Rowan's Grandpa, was indeed there and was speaking with Rowan and that they have finally met.

A Poem for Me!

We went to the City Market today to buy fresh tomatoes and whatever else caught our eye. I left Rex and Rowan (they were in line to get a fancy balloon animal) to wander around. What I spotted made me smile.....a tiny little yellow desk, a vintage typewriter sitting on top, a beautiful woman sitting behind the desk banging away on the keys. The sign said "expressive help. The poet is in" ala Lucy from the Peanuts. I couldn't resist! I was told to pick 3 words out of the basket and then give her my subject. "soul house" immediately came to mind. She asked me my name and then told me to return in 10 minutes and she would have a poem for me. I love love love my poem! It speaks to me and MY soul house. What a wonderful thing to stumble upon today! If you live in Charlottesville, please stop by her desk for some "expressive" help. You won't be disappointed.