clay fragments
A Mother’s Story
When we lost our youngest son Clay in a sudden death in 2019, nothing could have prepared us for the life ahead. I’m learning much along the way, reluctantly, in the company of deep sorrow marked by profound holiness. With trepidation I share Clay Fragments, inviting company on an inherently lonely journey..
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Early Morning Dream
The timelessness of dreams is often confusing…the feeling was so exquisite, so beautiful, that it seemed to be informed by the loss.
“Was it for this the clay grew tall?”
Clay grew tall because he ate and drank and breathed and had all the other biological requirements for human growth, but was there some kind of purpose to all that growing up?
In Good Company
In the year 2000 I swore an oath of allegiance to HM Queen Elizabeth II in order to gain my citizenship. I’ve been thinking about her reign— about duty, leadership, and personal choice
Say my name
“As we went round the circle, I heard my son’s name again and again and again.”
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