Connecting People Shared by: Rebecca Ruiz My “Grammie Margie” was like a butterfly that spreads joy throughout the garden. Her garden was the entire town, and she touched the lives of everyone in it…Margie’s network was huge, and every day she would use her network to resolve someone’s needs—always without money. If one needed a physical item, she would identify someone from whom it could be borrowed. When I was a senior in high school, my mother shared with her that a prom dress was not in the budget. Two days later, Margie came over with eight dresses for me to try. Despite the hardships she had lived and witnessed, Margie never grew jaded. She always found something for which to be grateful, and this gratitude oriented her view toward abundance. She saw everyone as having something to offer. If one didn’t have something needed, it just meant that one was supposed to be connected to someone who did. This viewpoint imparted a special way of communicating that was always merciful and gracious. When she would relay stories of need, it was always gently and in a way that called forth compassion. And when she connected people, both giver and receiver became part of her network of love. Read the rest of Rebecca Ruiz’s reflection, The Miracle of the Eight Dresses and Other Memories. (Image by chelseighmillar from Pixabay.)


Talking to Animals

Talking to Animals Shared by: Marina Berzins McCoy One of the most influential aspects of my grandfather’s wisdom was not what he said but how he modeled a way of relating to the natural world. My grandfather talked to animals. Out loud. For example, if a woodchuck was digging up some plant in his garden,…


No Dream Too Small

No Dream Too Small Shared by: Gretchen Crowder I remember being struck by how skilled my grandfather was, as I looked from the small image of the table to the full-sized replica before me. He only had a seventh-grade formal education, but he had built a life from it. And he learned, somehow, along the…


Life Is Something to Enjoy

Life Is Something to Enjoy Shared by: Bob Burnham My grandma loved the Detroit Tigers; she found great joy in following them, no matter how bad they were. I remember watching many Tigers games with her. As we watched the players warm up before one game, my grandma, who was in her 70s at the…


Sharing Candy

Sharing Candy Shared by: Barb Gilman My aunt Jean taught me to enjoy my food. She had a bout with cancer that took away her sense of smell and taste many years ago, and because of her stroke, she wasn’t the neatest eater. But that didn’t stop us from bringing her a bag of candy—Hershey’s…


Were You Praying for an End to the War?

Were You Praying for an End to the War? Shared by: Jayne Ragasa-Mondoy I asked [my mother], “Were you praying for an end to the war?” “We hoped for that outcome,” she replied. “But what we prayed for was for the United States, our allies, and even our enemies of war to be open to…


A circle of women

A circle of womenShared by: Cathy B. I am so lucky to have had a number of elders who have been so inspirational that I can only hope to count myself among them someday. Aunt Florence: Who took me in every summer, starting from when she was in her 70s, up until she died when…