Easter Card from B.

I came home last night to a nice Easter card from B.

“Enjoy your Easter and I do cherish my springtime (April) blessings in you.”

It is hard to believe that we reunited two years ago this April. It seems like such a short time on one hand and forever on the other…

Although it is still cold and raw in New England, there are signs spring is coming. The big azalea bush is covered with buds and there is new growth popping up all over in the yard. I will need to rake the pine needles off the lawn soon and get a burning permit so I can start getting rid of all the debris.

I am thinking of doing a leg of lamb for Easter dinner. I know that not everyone is a big lamb fan but I like it. I actually bought some mint jelly last week just in case. Several years back, I made lamb at the last minute and the stores were sold out of mint jelly. There was a line of people pulling jelly off the shelves hoping to find a stray jar. I actually found a mint sauce in the international section that was excellent. 

Easter is an interesting holiday for me. I am not particularly religious but I love throwing The Messiah on the CD player and making dinner. It reminds me of being a kid although I don’t think The Messiah was part of our tradition. Maybe I heard parts of it in church? I never really was excited by the Easter bunny, dyed eggs or the candy.

How interesting that my childhood holiday memories are mostly about music and food.

Boulder to Birmingham.

I am on a short vacation from posting but I will be back soon.

I have been listening to this song by Emmylou Harris over and over. I am not a big country fan but the lyrics and her voice speak to me.

Artist/Band:  Emmylou Harris
Lyrics for Song: Boulder To Birmingham

Album: Pieces Of The Sky

I don’t want to hear a love song
I got on this airplane just to fly
And I know there’s life below
But all that it can show me
Is the prairie and the sky

And I don’t want to hear a sad story
Full of heartbreak and desire
The last time I felt like this
It was in the wilderness and the canyon was on fire
And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn
I watched it burn, I watched it burn.

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Well you really got me this time
And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive
I have come to listen for the sound
Of the trucks as they move down
Out on ninety five
And pretend that it’s the ocean
coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean
Baby do you know what I mean

I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
I would hold my life in his saving grace.
I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham
If I thought I could see, I could see your face.

Talking with Craig Hickman.

I recently had the pleasure of corresponding with Craig Hickman. His book Fumbling Toward Divinity is a tale of an incredible journey through reunion told in a uniquely honest and highly spiritual voice. Often graphic, this book will fascinate anyone interested in reunion. The message of remaining true to one’s self will strike a chord with adoptees and birthparents alike.

After reading the book, I was struck by the similarities and differences in our reunion stories. Check him out at:

http://craighickman.blogspot.com/

http://hometown.aol.com/abcfarmbooks/