Laughing together at old jokes, old memories, old failures. And then crying together at the thought of losing our old dog; the dog of our middle age. Sitting quietly drinking coffee and reading, briefly catching eyes, flashing a slow smile that says, "I could sit here with you forever." Fitting into the crook of his […]
One of my favorite writers, David Benner, states that much of our lives are made up of "little deaths and little resurrections," following the pattern of Jesus. Simply put: things end, dreams die, seasons transition, egos are bruised. And, when surrendered to, these little deaths often bring little resurrections: new life emerges, a new dream […]
A good, long novel ... Swimming laps ... Freckles popping up on my nose ... Drinks on the porch ... Lazy, slow, weekend afternoons ... The smell of freshly mowed grass ... Lighting bugs ... (first spotting last night!) Lush, sweet-smelling flowers ... Working up a (good) sweat ... Sun on my face ... The […]
Memorial Day is past; it is now officially "The Season of the Porch!" I have declared it so! We live in a very old home. The exact date she was built is sketchy. We have some books that came with the home when we purchased her almost 25 years ago, and they allude to the […]
Why is it that when I put my hands in the dirt I feel better? What is it about mud and worms and soil under my nails that grounds me? Why do I love weeding by hand - pulling out unruly dandelions and clover - to create what feels like a bit of order in […]
Down near the bottom of the crossed-out list of things you have to do today, between "green thread" and "broccoli," you find that you have penciled "sunlight." Resting on the page, the word is beautiful. It touches you as if you had a friend and sunlight were a present sent from someplace distant as this […]
