Time is like sandso light in your handpicked up on the breezewith the greatest of ease. No matter how much you try,the grains, they slip by,but what if each one holds a memory,so when you look back, you can truly see,you were living,and you were free,like the sanddancing in the breeze. @traceykingrice2023
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Drifting Free
I have a thing about trees. I can’t explain it. There’s this one particular tree on a neighbor’s farm that I’ve photographed 100s of times at sunrise, as in getting in my car at sunrise and racing there to catch it coming up behind that tree. I’ve photographed it with leaves, without leaves, he is
The Secret of Snow: a Review
Here’s my review: read it! I am a big Viola Shipman fan. I feel like all of her books are Hallmark movies I get lost in and even though I can kind of hope what’s coming, I love the journey to get there! This is probably my favorite so far of all the books I’ve
Do We Have Room?
All those many years ago, they arrived hoping to have a place to stay.The innkeeper told them there was no room at the inn.He offered them his stable and the family was forgotten as they walked away.It was destiny that our Savior was born in a manger beneath the stars. The child who was turned
Gentle Giant
Sort of a rambling here but you know me. I was sitting on my porch this week watching it rain, listening, and it sounded so beautiful. If you love rain like I do, you’re a Pluviophile like me! That’s my new word this week. Anyway, I was sitting there thinking about a dozen things I
The Dark Road.
The girl who writes these words is a happy girl. I want to spread joy, laughter, and hope as much as I can. And be real. Life was not always joy, laughter, or even hopeful for me, and sharing where I was before versus where I am today… now that’s hope! When I was going
The Imperfect Christmas
I wanted everything to be perfect this Christmas. We’d made plans for the 23rd almost a year ago, I sent reminders throughout the year, reminded everybody at Thanksgiving. I was the most excited and hopeful I’d been for the holiday in a few years. Our children were all coming, the blending of which is still
A Gift of Grace, My First Book!
A Gift of Grace. Click here to purchase or on the image above. I’ve been wanting to write a book or several books for years but until a short time ago, you would have never convinced me it would be about Christmas and especially not poems. But God… He had another idea! Just a few
Dear Time.
You are a thief. There, I said it. I don’t want to upset you because I so desperately need more of you but it’s true. You go too fast and we can’t keep up. We beg you to slow down and most often you don’t listen. Or maybe we don’t listen. I’m not sure which
I Want an Empty Cup!
I stumbled upon this quote recently and while I’ve heard it many times, it struck me so strongly. I thought about the irony of how I used to feel so empty. That emptiness caused me to feel useless, lost, hopeless… hollow. I thought I could fill it with things, with people, with activities, with work,
There’s No Trophy.
I read an article a few weeks ago called, “There’s no trophy, Ashley.” It was powerful to me! It was based on being a new Mom but the moral applies to all aspects of life! I base this post on Ashley’s article, these are my own words, but I give absolute full credit to the
On the porch.
I can’t go back and undo the mistakes I made as a mother. I can’t unwind, redo, spend more time, hug more often, be more patient, be more present. I so envy those of you with little ones who have the chance to start today …. if only I could go back. I
