Noble Belly

Winter has come very early this year.

I am focusing on my blessings and not the weather.

This takes great effort!

Before we know it Emma will be holding her own baby in her arms.

The sweetest picture ever.

Do you think baby girl Franklin will have red hair?

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet.  I'd have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

~Erma Bombeck

Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen

 or to hatch.

~E.B. White

Now my belly is as noble as my heart.

~Gabriela Mistra

Waiting in Wisconsin

Donna

Heavenly

Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron 

Ice Dance France 2019

In my mind, this is how people get around in heaven.

Their skating is beyond beautiful.

It is exquisite and full of feeling.

The difficult lifts are effortless and gorgeous.

What a team!!!

I love them.

Big fan,

Donna

The rest of the poem

I have been posting John Updike's Calendar poems on this blog for over ten years.
A few months ago, or was it a year, I found his little book, his original poems, for sale online.

I loved each and every poem I read, but I knew that the references to God were missing from the originals.

I like references to God.  I like to include Him in the picture.
I believe He created this lovely world we inhabit, and I liked it back in the 1960's when this was okay with the general public.

The world's view may have changed, but I'm not budging.

This man was not moving. :op

NOVEMBER

The stripped and shapely

Maple grieves

The ghosts of her

Departed leaves.

The ground is hard,

as hard as stone.

The year is old,

The birds are flown.

And yet the world

in it's distress,

Displays a certain 

Loveliness--

The beauty of 

the bone.  Tall God

Must see our souls

This way, and Nod.

Give thanks: we do,

Each in his place

Around the table

During grace.

From A Child's Calendar by John Updike (1965)

I think those last two stanzas are challenging, 

but the depth is beautiful.

That God sees our souls....and they are lovely.

It's so touching I could cry.

Encourage one another,

Donna