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A Tree grows in Sedona
Because we work by ourselves, writers and illustrators often feel alone. We aren’t but sometimes we need to be reminded of all the great resources around us. Here are a few that I rely on for classes, news and general good thinking:
Dear friend Lindsey,
I am so sorry for Libby and your family. I pray to God for strength and love and grace for you and Libby and your family.
I love you.
Love and ((Hugs)) ♥
Oh, Lindsey, I am so very sorry.
Something awful has happened, I fear, to Libby. My heart goes out to you.
Prayers & hugs. Thinking of you and your family, Cyn and Greg
Thinking of you. So sorry.Much Love, ROG
I left Detroit a few hours ago. I said goodbye to my sister. Her eyes were open. She could see me. She couldn’t talk. Her kidneys were shut down. She’d had a stroke. Her head was bent to one side. I told her I loved her and she would never leave my heart. She nodded. I think she smiled. I told her she didn’t need to fight any more. It was okay to leave her body and go be with mom. She was safe and everyone would be all right. And then I said goodbye.
I am so glad you got to see Libby and tell her good-bye. She did know it was you.
You and Libby and your family are in my heart and in my prayers.
With a heavy heart, I’m thinking of my beloved cousins . God Bless.
Love You, E
We love you, precious. We love you deeply….
Imagine our arms wrapped tightly around you, precious one, in this sad, sad time.
Dear Lindsey, I’m so sorry to hear about your sister. Lots of love. SG
Thank you one and all for your love and prayers. They have been a great comfort as life goes forward.
I have been away from your blog for too long… traveling and working and all those things that sometimes get in the way of communication. We are not daily, or even weekly or hardly anytime talking friends. But catching up here has taken me on a journey to such a place – of communion and understanding and feeling and hurt and hope and sadness and holding on and then letting go. Words, while sometimes warm blankets to our savaged selves, are still but words. Just know that I hold you, and Libby, in my heart, as she flies and you deal, as finally you heal. Blessings to you and your family. I am so very sorry, but there is joy in the love that you shared, and I know she felt. Huge hugs. Alexa
Alexa, I think that when we are away from communicating we are in a deeper kind of communication with ourselves and that is a good thing. Thank you, Alexa, for writing, for being with me a bit. I am touched by it and in this grieving time, it helps. Love.