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Stockings…

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , on December 6, 2015 by rodzink

fireplace

The tree.. the lights….the decorations…perfectly placed from front porch to dining room… each item moved…adjusted…. repositioned… strategically angled… under careful management.  Even then, no placement is final… Wise Men have their superior…Santa is not the only one making lists…checking it twice… And Risvy, our faithful…mischievous…daring Elf… his shenanigans are subject to stringent protocol before lights out..

The Stockings… the stockings are unpacked…one at a time… embroidery perfectly stitched in the trim. … Mom…Dad…

Baker…Annabelle…Aaiden Grei… Aashir Rais…

I do it every season…feel each name…… each memory…  a beautiful story… Our Christmas story…a story that cannot be put into words…. but this family knows the chapters…the theme….can turn immediately to dog-eared pages…. epilogue…acknowledgements…

To borrow some words from Seuss:

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store?
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?

On Christmas morning…when stockings are emptied.. and I listen to the voices…the beautiful voices of this household… I can be found… in a comfortable chair…coffee in hand…. collecting memories…gathering moments… and stuffing them back into these stockings.  There is a Christmas morning somewhere in my future…when I’ll wake with Faranah… and there will no longer be children in the house…. but those stockings…. will be full…perfectly placed…and hanging from our mantle.

fireside…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags on January 8, 2013 by rodzink

I’ve watched sunsets…. many sunsets…. watched her dip into the ocean….behind the Rockies…over the Appalachians…. I’ve seen it disappear into places unknown….. reassured that I could turn my camp chair 180 degrees….only to watch her reappear….

Regardless… this old world just keeps spinning… she waits for no one.  It seems with each sunset…sunrise…. my kids grow inches… change features… and I’m just trying to hang on….feet whirling behind me like a frail kid on a  merry-g0-round out of control….

IMG-20120517-00274DSCN0745DSCN0734DSCN0770But isn’t this the design… they grow…and grow….and grow…. It’s only the close of each day when we recognize that the moments are slipping irretrievably through our hands… gulping water from a shallow creek…loosely clasped fingers…feeling the cool of the water, but unable to hold onto it.

So I turn my camp chair…back to the small fire…. waiting… watching…listening… for that first glimpse of tomorrow… to be the one that sees them open their eyes on a new morning…to dream their dreams…

 

Ornaments…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , on December 22, 2012 by rodzink

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Aashir Rais…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , on April 22, 2012 by rodzink

 

Words…. would simply be an obstacle here…. I can’t express how much I love this little boy….

 

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Silence….

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , on January 31, 2012 by rodzink

The days have come….nights have passed… I’ve watched a relentless sun rise and fall… chasing an elusive and tireless moon… And I fight to ensure that my days are different… meaningful…. purposeful…. and much more than a tiresome…. senseless… survival of itself…

..and here am I, oh God…. where you’ve planted my feet… within a whisper of the voice that I’ve always known… an understanding of which I’ve waited…

….finding  that my life’s purpose is not mine…not to serve myself… discovering my heart is within another heart…. and satisfied that my place is lowly…I want nothing… as I have….everything….

Silently… celebrating today…. for all I have…. for where I am…. for the day… for the night…. for the chasing of the sun….and the  fading of the moon…. for tomorrow..

HBL…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , on January 26, 2012 by rodzink

It’s so amazing how busy… how packed.. the days have become… a new little life in our home… brings so very much…

 

Aashir is growing…smiling…laughing….crying….playing… Sometimes, just watching him light up when someone walks into the room…or when he hears his Mommy’s voice… makes me want to sit back and look at him…. and realize he’s the beginning of a new volume…filled with surprises of him becoming his own…  I can’t wait to see his personality develop…hear his voice when he begins to talk…. watch his technique as he launches into a toddler tantrum…. see what his favorite Disney show will be…..

…..but then…. there’s  his Mommy…  simply being his Mommy…. watching all those instincts kick in…. realizing the complete devotion she has for him… knowing that she would sacrifice all for this little boy…. 

 

I find myself watching the clock all day… as busy as I am…. for as much as we all have on our plates….  I begin missing them all….the very second… I close the door behind… the instant I drive away from the school… and my goal for the day…. after the work…the meetings….the running errands…. is no more than to get back home… near them….

I can ask for nothing…for I have been given everything….

Eleven Octobers…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , , on November 6, 2011 by rodzink