As I write tonight, I am sitting beneath a Strawberry Moon. Blindingly bright, it rises over the low pasture, and up onto the ridge, her beams picking their way through the blueberry rows, bush by bush. I settle into a creaking Adirondack chair – a gift given with memories to keep and memories to create […]
Moonlit Rambles
Poetry. I wish that I had poetry in me tonight. The moon swells and with it swells my spirit, but it feels like there are no words. The window at the stair landing looks out over the pasture where the full moon rises – we stop there and gaze in silence, and then I tuck […]
And She Treasured These Things In Her Heart
Okay, so yesterday I woke up early, groggily whipped out a “Wednesday in the Word” post (which is a terrible name, by the way, but shows just how uncreative I am when it comes to the pressure of titles) while fielding the complaints of two fever-ridden kids and watching Daniel Tiger. That was oh, 6:30 […]
The Commonness Seems More The Miracle
Sacred Smallness, Real Life is Now There are almost 100 unpublished posts in my draft folder, and a erroneous click of an arrow brought this to the top of the tier today. It’s at least 2 years old, but it made me smile. The only thing I’d add to the romantic musing is that while the […]
This Is What Remains (real life is now)
The past several days have been difficult – not in their entirety, but overall. When I started this series, I had a sense of some things that might come our way mid-month and they did. Other unexpected things piggy backed on those, and so for five days we seemed to weather one crisis or challenge […]
The Gift of You (a poem)
(post #10) a month long gathering-up of this real heart and life: see all posts here You bound in my door, banging screen into begonias. “Auntie! There is this thing – And I want to do – And can we make – And can I read – ?” I want to throw my head back […]
Shake Out And Play, Mama
(October post #4) see list of all posts here Shake Out And Play, Mama I can’t place, quite, the stars that flash in your pinched up eyes – you dart between our hearts like songbirds do to skies. You roil in laughter – high pitched, belly winsome Puck to Shakespeare’s day; Ever-merry, you: an Otter telling my heart to […]
Sacred Smallness: A 31 Day Series
“With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation.” Posts in This Series Boundaries in Marriage Boundaries in Parenting Shake Out and Play, Mama (a poem) Grace Applied: More Thoughts on Boundaries Still The Loneliness Reeks (a poem) Things Reset Weaning Contrite and Lowly: Thoughts on Isaiah 57 The Gift Of You (a […]
The Gift Is In These Walls
The gift is in these walls, a bit musty from food frying and a bit dirty from child-hands running across old white paint. The gift is in this air, fresh morning air chilled, sucking in through windows with wood smoke and sandalwood oil, afternoon air warming through window-plates of glass and through the steam of […]
Wild and Free
I lived in Oklahoma for 5 years, and failed at every flower I planted. Our porch planters would burn, our gardens would flood, our sunflowers would be eaten by locust. It wasn’t that it was impossible to keep living things alive, just that one actually had to tend them, and I couldn’t. I was too busy keeping […]