If I were a blade of grass on a spring morning, just right before Easter, I’d be this one. I looked out my window early today and recognized myself and grabbed my beat up, cracked screen phone to go capture it. I snapped several angles, all bent down in the wet grass and shivered …
It’s been a whirlwind of a few weeks in our lives here in our small Kentucky town. The girl has been in a school play; her first since we left homeschool land and came into private school world. Lots of long days and longer nights practicing and perfecting. The Music Man songs still rattle around …
See that tree there? All blurry and leaning to one side rained on soggy and heavy? That’d be me after today. All joy living that I blogged about this morning? Drained out of my flat this afternoon. I was plum tired physically. That made the filter for interactions sticky and muddy and they got …
Last night, just before I pulled the chain on the antique lamp just above my head my friend pushed a question through the airwaves at me. It wandered through the catacombs of my brain while I slept and nudged me awake early, still perched. “How is one to focus on being truly joyful in …
As my mind goes, I have helicopter thoughts, one trail swirling into another and before you know it, I’m in a forest of fabulous pontificating. My phone dinged around midnight, reminding me to silence it, rather like being woken up in a hospital to take your sleeping pill, but by then? I was awake and …