Ma Wa Gray

 Last night I watched my brother's daughter on stage with my daughter while my sister's son, who was sitting next to me, shouted loudly, "That looks like Hopey!" I will never get over this blessing. 

Sometimes after a season of dramatic change comes a moment of introspection where one can sees the the way God lines up disconnected things to make them hugely connected. We look at the one section of our spider web lives and all we see is cords, and sticky stuff amd capture. And then when we take a step back, breathe, and zoom put we see that the cords that we thought were chocking us were actually the threads that anchor us to a far bigger and more beautiful picture. Intricate, woven and divinely made. 

You know you're getting old when the thought of your newly installed linen cupboard gives you more joy than the thought of a rip roaring party. 

  The man who made a play about a man who made silent movies met the nurse who cared for the man who made the silent movies when he was dying. In their meeting she remained silent for her own reasons. But sometimes silence is all that matters. 

Why is it that no matter how many percale 100% Egyptian cotton pillow cases you buy you'll always end up with the torn pillow case that your sister used when she was in boarding school?

Junior school play dress rehearsal day. The makeup schedule arrives late on the day of the first show. People forgot the slots they had booked and are halfway to work.  Chaos.  Mothers run from the coffee shop in their active wear to lend a hand. Hair nets are flying. Kids look jaundiced in their mother's foundation. Childhood freckles disappear. Lipstick is applied and eyeliner runs across lids. Little bodies squish into leotards. Its show time.