Dear Lord, lest I forget the goodness of these warm seasons–this spring and this summer are a collage of my favorite moments. How rich and how abundant the last six months have been. Tomorrow is autumn’s equinox and the perfect time to reflect. Since I saw you last; I shaved my head over the bathroom
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A signed copy of Ross Gay’s “Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude” is slowly on it’s way to me. I think this part of my life could really be titled the same. Dear Lord, I think that could be the title of this day and this week, this month, this year. The sun flooded the window and
I’ve been surrounded by some really wonderful people here recently. I think that’s really important, you know. They say you become a combination of your five closest friends, so be intentional when you’re choosing with whom to spend your time. When I consider the strong and kind people who show up for me and support
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Let me tell you about Honey. To know Honey you’ve got to know Jasper. Jasper was my dog of five years, through thick and thin until death did we part. A black Poodle mix with chocolate eyes and a soft, anxious heart. Jasper passed about a year ago. When I lost Jasper, I lost a
I think it’s important to share with you a bit of my personal theology. (And a bit of my love for etymology at the same time.) The word “spirit” shares root with “breath(e)” which isn’t as obvious in English as it is in Spanish’s “respirar” or the cognate “respiration.” But we see it in word’s
We are well into spring, it seems. Small patches of snow and a few crunchy puddles tell me I need to document last season’s nectar list before I forget what they were. This winter, though miserable and cold, was too short for me. It could have gone on for ages longer. Springtime is planting and
It is currently the dead of winter, also known as the middle of March. Today, I find myself snowed in, lazily crocheting with my phone in the other room. Slowly collecting fiscal documents to file taxes next month. Sipping hot coffee and eating fresh fruit. I’ve been doing my best to rest during this long
I’m sick as a dog (again). My nose is running like a tap; and my head feels like a balloon has been inflated inside me, expanding under my cheeks and also between my teeth and out my eyes. My kneecaps are achy and my back is sore. I’d like to tell you that I’m miserable
Things have a funny way of working out sometimes. I guess what I’m trying to say is that despite the math and the calculations, I haven’t starved to death. And I haven’t missed a bill or payment. (Well, except the one month I did forget and racked up a few Hamilton’s worth of interest and
I ran into my friend at the laundromat the other day. She switched back to Tide detergent. Temporarily. With a lot of guilt and yucky feeling about it. She usually smells like a mix of sweet lavender laundry soap and patchouli and a gentle wood stove. I confessed to her that I had just bleached
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