Monthly Archives: May 2015

The Reason

I picked this house for the pines.

Those skyscraping trees all deeply rooted into the bed of our backyard…

they are why I signed the lease.

There are three of them there….providing shade, wind sound, bird song.

The lavender purple bathrooms…
the multicolored light switches…
the stark white kitchen flooring…
the tiny size…
the outdated decorum…

couldn’t keep me from going for the evergreens.

There’s something about trees in general that arouse some kind of reverence, awe, and peace in me…

but timber that is tall, and fully grown, and deeply grounded… sends me into inspiration.

Our neighborhood is mostly void of pines, actually.

Only our short spree of houses here have a few…left there, thankfully, by the developer.

Eight houses or so, lined up all in a row – have a string of these high trees dotting the properties.

And it makes such a difference.

Our back areas have shade and sun, breeze music, squirrel antics, sweet nature.

I’m so grateful.

We spend a lot of time out there… reading, playing, piecing together life… and we wouldn’t if there weren’t so much wood.

But as mentioned – the house has it’s weak points.

Having no school room has been a challenge.
Constantly cleaning the white flooring has been irksome.
And having three homeschooled blondes all up in this small space for the full length of everyday can be…. interesting.

But all I have to do is remember the pines….remember why I picked it.

And isn’t this true for more than property?

Isn’t this fitting for professions?

For marriages?

For some project begun?

Going back to why we chose a certain path, a certain piece of land, a certain person…can keep us going.

It doesn’t mean that tweaks and changes can’t occur along the way.

Lord knows we have made a profession switch or two 😉

It doesn’t mean that certain behaviors of our spouses shouldn’t be addressed, or that counseling shouldn’t be undertaken, or that it won’t be hard.

It doesn’t mean that some efforts we’re forging shouldn’t be reconsidered a bit.

Simply remembering why we slid rings on our fingers won’t cure all marital woes…. but remembering why we said ‘yes’ will give us recall – to why we deemed that person worthy of the long-haul.

Right smack in the midst of some new adventure undertaken, or some fresh journey began, or some planned project rolled out – going back to the reason for it’s undertaking, can boost our energies in it to completion.

It’s at least worth the pondering and memory-conjuring.

I have that window open this morning…and rain is falling past pine needles out back.

And while I have to mop a smeared and spotted white floor again today…

I hear the evidence of pines here, and it gives me a content perseverance.

A Poem

Daddy is doing breakfast this morning…. So Mama can have a minute to post and ponder before the day takes off and hits cruising. I haven’t felt particularly well lately. Something viral that’s hopefully making its way out of my nodes and systems. It has caused considerable exhaustion….so yesterday, the Mama who never naps…. found herself napping midday. Not being… Read more →

Drafts and Puddles

No matter the weather I always open a window when I wake. No matter cloud or sun or pouring, cool or humid or hot….I shift leftward locks to the unlatch position and shove glass skyward… So I can hear the budding of day. So I can let in whatever the outside is offering…. Whatever it is the early hours hold… Read more →

Confirmation (Post 6)

Gosh, it took a village to birth that trip. And it took the trip to birth new passions in me. And the part that so many people played in it all – isn’t lost or forgotten here. I’d love to flip their palms upward and fill their generous, loving hands with all things pleasant and good. You’re treasures. I’ve come… Read more →

More Thoughts from the Flight (Post 5)

Sleep lasted all of 30 seconds. I feel as if I’ve picked up a torch. Not sure what torch…..or for whom exactly….. but I am up and running with one. You can’t sleep when you feel like you are in stride in the writing world – holding a lit fire in your hands. As I shut my eyes a moment… Read more →

More thoughts from the Flight (Post 4)

I should be sleeping. I will have three blonds crawling up my body in three hours time – on a body that will surely be confused and tired from the time change. But it seems as if trans-Atlantic flights are great for the writer within. Flying high over sea waters – looks to be good for spinning sentences. I’m sitting… Read more →

Thoughts from the Flight (Post 3)

There’s power in worded pages. I hear Him saying this. There’s a special force that comes forth when cracked volumes meet reading eyes.  I’ve always loved to read and be read to. I come from a mother who reads the whole of thick wordy books in a matter of hours. And when I was young, every night at bed time… Read more →

Thoughts from London (Post 2)

I look back on my junior year of college – and I cringe.  ‘Idiot’ is the only word that comes to mind.  Lazy, insecure, dependent, undisciplined, and foolish fit, too.  But idiot sums it up best.  I was a kid with an engagement ring on my left hand – and nothing much going on in my head or heart.  And… Read more →

‘Wilst’ in the UK – Post One

It happened when I was taking a bath in Bournemouth. Soaking in hot England water, listening to music, reading, praying. All these spiking images began to fill my mind: A friend’s infant losing her young sweet life to surgery complications. Babies the world over growing, breathing, pulsing one minute – but being pulled, torn, punctured from the womb the next.… Read more →