Last year. Last year, we settled into our first home, bought after many, many years of trying to fix the past. Out of the woods and into the sunshine. Last year, I said goodbye to a regular paycheck, venturing out on my own. Learning trust again. Finding unexpected blessings. Last year, we finally gave …
"In dishwashing, I approach the moral realm; there are days when it seems a miracle to be able to make dirty things clean." -- Kathleen Norris
All the work I am called to do lends itself to the art of writing if I listen and let it.
I really want to squeeze in a little chat about books. And I'm hoping you'll join me!
because you can only stay up way past your bedtime so many nights in a row before it all catches up with you.
It's kind of amazing what the right footwear can do. They actually made me want it to rain . . .
I wrote so many thoughts over the weekend and not one of them is ready for print. Not even on the internet. I did, however, have a breakthrough last night when I realized the post I had written was the very thing I needed for something else but was definitely not the right thing to …
So here I sit, in the hotel bathroom. In silence at last. Hearing my thoughts. Reflecting . . . . I want to live my season of noise and be fully awake to it.
Creating meaning from scattered moments, half hours, and hours takes strength and purpose and vision. It's too, too easy to just languish in the not enough time to do.