I don't have words for this space lately. At least not words fit to publish. Maybe it's media overload. Maybe it's storms and loss and hurting people. Maybe it's too much political trash talk. All I know is last Friday, Doug and I took the long way home after a few days away from normal. …
Lately I've been obsessed with the best way to start my day. I've listened to podcasts and read some books. I want to pray more effectively. I want to add physical exercise to my morning. And I need to get as much done as early as I can because my senior citizen status overtakes me every …
Last weekend we made the familiar 10 hour drive south. Since my husband and I wouldn't see my uncle until the next day and there were no motel rooms available anyway, we drove the extra hour into San Francisco. That choice gave us dinner at a favorite restaurant, and an unseasonably affordable, beautiful hotel room …
I've been playing with the camera on my phone this week. One daughter-in-law posts clever collages on Facebook and another posts nifty black and whites. I've admired their pictures and wondered how they do it. All I can say is it's amazing what you find out when you slow down, take a little time and …
Every morning, without fail, I sweep the silk tree droppings from the deck and water the potted plants. I wipe off the table tops and chairs. Then I open the umbrellas. One morning as I unfurled this umbrella there was a surprise waiting. A bat. A big bat with a huge wingspan and giant Dracula …
Today was a good day. Every day is a good day. I choose it to be. The alternative is unacceptable. Every day is a good day even when there's too much work, my knee is stiff, and I must cook dinner for the 80 millionth time (slight exaggeration). Even the day that arrives with unseen pressure lightens when I remember …
My five year-old granddaughter redecorated the doll house. Then she placed the family on the roof for a picnic. While the seating arrangements don't look particularly comfortable, it is original. I love the whimsy of it. I love the out of the box thinking. Forty-six years ago today, I married the original out of the box …
Some days the ground must feel like sand or mud or sludge to you. Your feet shuffle and stumble and stub up against things. Some days you ask me if you need permission to go outside, or if there's a sign-out list, or who it is you need to pay for breakfast. I know you rarely remember, but you used to take …
It's overcast today. Warmish, but not too. Just the way I like it, actually. I opened all the windows this morning, as always, then sat down with my journal and coffee. The breeze rolled over me. And so began my list of thanks. I ran through the names which impressed themselves upon me, including the one so far away in a …
It's hard to escape symbols lately. They are thrust in your face every time the TV news comes on. And as we all know, symbols can get a body worked up. And cause frustration. And misunderstanding. And turn one against another. So I've been looking for symbols that are life-giving. Not life sapping. Because I am a little sapped. Which does not …
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