Colossians 2
I smelled Christmas yesterday on the Creeper Trail in Virginia. It was an anniversary affair for all five of us as we dawned bikes and set out easy and free…
Start
There are few chores I loathe more than cleaning out muffin tins. Especially the minis. Even the non-stick. It's right up there with cleaning the crock pot. Both of these…
Colossians 1
There's this fog that sits and lifts in the mornings here. It dances around valleys in the earliest parts of the day, sending everything into this glorious sheen. It hovers…
Something New
There are flowers bigger than my face clinging to a hill just outside our home. They're maroon and pink and yellow and fabulous. They sit pretty between the fence and…
The Night Before
I do love a good birthday. It's the eve of my entrance into the world and I'm giddy like a child. Every time I look up from some menial, ordinary…
Reality
Being here makes me think of Robert McClowsky. One Morning in Maine Make Way for Ducklings Blueberries for Sal Burt Dow Deep Water Man But the title that keeps…
Away
I'm watching waves roll white. Three precious heads are bobbing high and low on water that's awake and roaring, and there's nary a cloud nigh. The sun is beaming down heat,…
The Progression of an Evening
I just started a pot of lentil and sausage soup. It's bubbling all wild and happy on the stove as I mix cornbread. It's dreary and grey and soggy outside,…
Thoughts on a Friday
I can truthfully attest to you that busyness is the thief of creativity. For those of us who feel the tug to express His glories through some type of inspired…
Slow
It's Monday, and I'm a mom who just moved, and I've had mountains to settle, and I feel compelled today to live the unhurried life. I've written on this before,…