On friday’s, we write for five short minutes without editing and gussying the page. We spill what rises to the surface and share it, bravely with others, and we encourage. We give virtual high fives and hugs and pats on the back, sometimes, we gather in prayer too, for the broken stories, the wounded stories…
We live delightfully close to one of the most amazing Zoo’s in the country. By the time we get parked and through the gates the children, positively wound like springs, burst down the path with leaps of energy and laughter. The weather accommodates, or perhaps encourages our moods, with the brilliance of sunshine and cool…
“Beauty is there to be noticed. Too often it is taken for granted because we are moving too fast to let it in and allow it to deliver its message in us. We need to pay attention. To show indifference to beauty is an insult to its Creator.” (90) Luci Shaw Beauty And The Creative Impulse She’s…
It’s frighteningly early here, four-thirty a.m. and cold. Thirteen degrees. Winter has catapulted herself in here at long last and she is baring her white teeth this morning, snow, and freezing rain in the forecast. Winter is not my favorite friend. She is cold, and I am most intolerant to her these days. Transitional seasons,…
This has been a long-ish week. I have felt every emotion on the spectrum and I am exhausted. My hands are too full and something needs to be set down… I know what it’s going to be, but it won’t go easily. Yesturday I unplugged from social media. It felt good. This space here is…