summertime in new york state, circa 1959

As far as I know, this is the only photo of my Mother and me as a child. I think it is so sweet. You should see some of the other pictures of me on family vacations. In many I appear to have not yet learned how to comb my hair or change my clothes. So I do treasure this image because it is unique and we are both presentable. 

This is another treasure found in my family's photographic archives. We are on the grounds of Camp of the Woods, in Speculator, New York. Twice my parents were hired to provide the special music at the daily worship services for family camp. These images are all so wonderful to me, appearing in such a user-friendly form, after being hidden away for decades.

This morning, as I welcomed the children to the Godly Play room at St. Luke's Episcopal Church we all paused to get ready to enter the story room. Getting ready is something we can each do for ourselves. It is about finding our way to inner calmness. Some of the children are the age I am here. I have almost no assurance that my instructions aided them in their transition from car to story room, but I pray that each child has experiences of pausing with a loving adult in a happy place, as I have had.