Pearls Of Grace

16th September 2012 Sunday

A grey-cloud Sunday morning - breakfast with my dear cousin and his wife.  Coffee scenting the air and on the table, cranberry granola, ice cold poached apples, toasted bread and clear ruby red plum jam. Our conversation takes us into the realms of how you engage with the time bomb of disease - yours and your loved ones. My cousin’s son lives with shizophrenia, his brother lives with cancer which has spread to his bones.

Shizophrenia. Cancer. Dementia. Names, labels which can’t tell the whole story. Like lids sealing jars full of heavy stones.....rocks of grief and fear and pain....and other untold things that you must sift through, let them snag on your raw heart till you find a nugget of gratitude, a seam of joy, a strata of trust to carry you through to the next moment....and the next.....

.....threading pearls of Grace through the long hours of your day.