Through the Door

Last Saturday, we placed our Dad in what will be his last home. It was all things hard, all things right, and all things Life mixed into a jumble of wearied emotions and 'next thing' challenges. SO thankful to a God who loves us and ushers us gently through new thresholds - especially when their … Continue reading Through the Door

Calling All Ye Jolly Oxen!

Sometimes out of nowhere Life bubbles up so full and overflowing that it spills over into one deliciously messy puddle of delightful mud. An amazing mix of Deep and True and all of earth’s richness swirled together into a perfect pool where words splash brown - washed clean - unleashed in hard earned Joy that … Continue reading Calling All Ye Jolly Oxen!

Morning’s Revelry

It’s icy blue outside - that shade of blue that paints itself cold between night and a dawning day. And in the distance the roosters have begun their morning song. Heralds of a new day, they crow in frantic urgency, “It’s coming! It’s coming! Wake up! Be ready!” Every morning they cry. A wandering frog … Continue reading Morning’s Revelry

Purrfectly Understood

Meow. MeeeeeeeeOOWWW. Me Me MEEEooooow. mew Loud, soft, constant, intermittent. No matter what the variation my cat only screams one thing: "Listen to meeeeee. I neeeeddd. And I neeeeed neeooooow. Serve meeeee NOW." Most of the time I know exactly what he wants: that perfect ear scratch, that comfortable spot on my lap (or computer), … Continue reading Purrfectly Understood

Kaleidoscope (A New View)

Recently I wrote a post about one of my kaleidoscope days -- One of those days I tumbled through life feeling disjointed and scattered. I almost deleted it. But then I stumbled on a poem I wrote that First Summer when Dad came to live with us. The summer when I was so desperately trying … Continue reading Kaleidoscope (A New View)

On your mark, Get set…

         In the beginning... I learned pretty early in my time here on Earth, that I don't like beginnings and endings. Beginnings brought the ever-looming reality of endings that inevitably caused pain. Whether those beginnings were for projects, or stories to be written, or new recipes, I decided I would avoid them as much as … Continue reading On your mark, Get set…

The Perfect Gift

I'm a recovering perfectionist. Ever since I can remember, I've been dancing this particular step called Not Good Enough: Not tall enough, not cute enough, not social enough, not 'Whatever' enough. And I spent a lot of years blaming it on my dad and his perfectionist ways. In my early adolescent memories, I have these … Continue reading The Perfect Gift