Monthly Archives: March 2015

Bringing Tea And Honey


This has always been one of my favorite Winnie the Pooh quotes.  Isn’t it sweet?  It’s been on my mind for several days now, the words repeating in my head.

The past couple week have been sad ones.  Not for me directly, but for people I know and love, family by grace.  It’s been a kind of sadness by association.  I’ve had stretches like this before, when heartbreak and tragedy strike those I love and my heart is heavy along with theirs.  A unison beating of sadness and sorrow.

I’ve been moved to tears more than once in recent days, overcome by emotion.  But for all the sorrowful tears that have been shed, there have been tears of awe and gratitude as well. Odd, I know.

But I’ve realized so clearly recently what a gift it is to love and care about another so wholly that you share their sadness.  Their fears. Their sorrows.  Their tragedies.  What an incredible blessing to have people in our lives that we feel so much for.  What a gift to be able to share our lives so completely.

When we love others so genuinely we beam with pride at their accomplishments, we celebrate their good fortunes, we pace and fret when they are anxious and worried, and we hang our heads and wipe our tears when they are heartbroken.

We walk the journey with those we love – through good and bad. Sometimes the path gets bumpy and broken and there is nothing we can do to fix it.  Nothing we can say to soothe.  Nothing at all…

Except, perhaps, to continue to walk. One foot in front of the other.  One day at a time.  Side by side with those we love.

And maybe bring along some tea and honey too.


These little guys popped out overnight.

They took me a little by surprise on this cloudy day.

Just over a week ago they were covered in snow and ice. I was not sure about the fate of the tiny fragile buds. I was unsure if the bright yellow blossoms would survive the harsh cold.

But they made it.

Through the freeze.

Through the harshness.

Through the dark days that seemed  to go on forever.

They made it.

And they are lovely.  And strong.

They seem to have a heightened beauty this year.  Perhaps more beautiful because of what they endured to survive.

A sunny reminder on this cloudy day, that spring follows every winter and hope spring eternal.