I love that the old leaves, the dead ones that are gone now in this picture, are imprinted onto where they used to be. Their essence is still there. The new leaves? Look just like the outline of the old ones, except they’re bright life giving green. A memory and a promise on the …
That kept rolling round my head this morning, those title words, like an echoey thundery sound……I know what weary means……I went to sleep last night feeling camped out on the edge of it, afraid my tent would fall off in the night. I woke up this morning and made my way to my coffee. I …
I took a wrong turn is all. I’m known for that. How many times, I wonder, have I heard my kids from the back seat. “Mama? Are we lost again?” We laugh about it still. Because it happens still. And always, I say…..”God? You know where I am. Point the way back?” I know. …
I’m up early on this Valentine’s Day, been up for quite awhile, thoughts swirling around my head like little helicopters. Not the traditional Valentine thoughts. I don’t have one. Not a man one, at least. I’m not good at man valentines. I know this because they tell me so. By leaving; by choosing others. …
I sit here in the semi warmth of my kitchen; because it is 150 years old with seepy cold windows that make me open my oven door and turn it to 400, just to create that semi warmth. I found this picture, posted a year ago today when things looked promising for a new relationship, …