3 Things: Podcasts
I like to listen while I'm doing laundry. I've been tuning into truth while folding and hanging for years and years now. It turns chores into a time of teaching…
Raising the Brave
It's Sunday. The sun is hot and high, beating and beaming. It's a thick and busty 95 degrees. I have Texas blood pumping through my Cherokee veins so I'm choosing…
A Sunday and a Season
It's Sunday and my seat will be empty. That seat there next to the preacher where I stand and raise one hand in worship and slip the other into his…
I Remember
Daddy always put dill on his avocados. Dill and vinegar. And he'd mix them around in a ceramic bowl and stick them with a silver fork and then offer me some.…
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,…
Lives Lit Up
Carrying candles back to my bath, two votives resting on a pale yellow plate, freshly lit and newly burning, I cupped my hand just before them so that the wind…
The Link
I keep hearing them in my head. The voices of my three.... what they would say if they got to see what I've seen the the last several days. Isn't…
Quick Lessons from Little People
There's ham and green bean casserole in the oven. Our rented house smells like a meal and it makes me glad. Sitting out back here just adjacent to a pine,…
Weekend
Our steal away did end up getting stolen. Our long sweet weekend that we had been beholding with zeal, was cut short by the cold that ravaged my youngest. My…
Snapshot
There's yellow beeswax burning to my left. It's a small votive, in a rounded glass pot, with a single flame blazing. I'm told that beeswax, all yellow and non suety,…