Tuesday, May 28, 2013


 The deep feelings of the heart are often difficult to wrap with words or tap out with keys. I have been mentally attempting to do that for days now. I keep coming up with images rather than words, memories I cannot make visible.

On Sunday evenings we sit and watch the PBS series "Call the Midwife." I am captivated. The beautifully crafted stories, the very real characters, and the time and place. Mostly, I think, it is the time and place. When the credits roll, I sit wrapped in a fog of emotion not wanting to break the spell.

 The 1950's was the decade of my childhood. I grew up surrounded by a large extended family. Life was simple.

 I watch the nurses and nuns on the television program, sitting on the tattered old sofas in the living room - the ones with the crocheted pillows tossed in the corners, just like the ones my Mom made. Sometimes there is conversation. Often they sit quietly, each absorbed in her task - knitting, writing, reading. There is such a sense of peace.

I think of my days, filled to the brim with "busy." I add up the hours spent in front of a screen of one sort or another. I long for those quiet times of simply being.  

It is impossible to wrap a memory in words, but I feel it.  I feel the the" Holy Silence," the gentle flow of conversation, the laughter around the kitchen table, the shared times of creating something beautiful. I remember, too, the sorrows, the times of drawing close together, of sitting silently to mourn with another. 

They weren't perfect times - of course they weren't. But there was a "something," and I am on the hunt for it. 



  1. I was just thinking, Linda - knit and natter groups are springing up all around here. In libraries. In coffee shops. Multi-generational. Are there any near you? It could be a start, you know, of rediscovering some of that simplicity and slowing down we all search for. And I LOVE Call the Midwife!

  2. I was caught up with their stories too. Your words and photos convey it well.

  3. You, and me, both...

    I reckon since God made us for His neighborhood, we'll always have that sense of longing and searching.

    (I've heard of the show you mentioned, but not owning a television, I've not yet seen it. Maybe I can find it at the library. If both you and miss Susie watch it, it must be good.)


  4. Linda, I think I must be on the same hunt, longing for something; those innocent days of childhood, perhaps. Life is in a rush it seems, and I'm having trouble keeping up :)

    These pictures are precious possessions for you. There are very few pictures of my childhood because we didn't have a camera.

  5. there is that something...and i think it truly is hard to put into words.