You know, I started this blog post with all this blah, blah, bah, humbug about yuchy stuff I realized can wait for another day! The hard stuff is important but today is not that day. I could not ask for a better way to end a year and start a new one especially on this
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The Journey.
Today, I share simply this… I love Mary Oliver and her writings and this one, this one right here, has gotten me through some dark days. In my searching for something today, I stumbled upon it, and I don’t believe anything is by chance. Maybe I’m wrong…. I hope it touches someone else today.
I am blind.
I ready this story the other day and it just said something to me so I thought I’d share. You may have heard it before but it never hurts to hear a reminder…. we are so blessed. A blind man sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held
Coach and Compass.
I know without a doubt there are many of you reading this who can relate but quite simply, I am a scattered wandering soul, mostly in my head. I think I’m intelligent, although I do stupid things all the time. I think I’m capable of doing almost anything. I love challenges. And for a person
The trip that didn’t happen.
Last week, B and I were scheduled to leave on a beach trip as sort of a last beach hoorah before winter and I was ready to celebrate the end of a crazy photography season. B had taken off Friday and Monday and we were leaving Friday morning. I stayed up late every night working
Dadgum it, God.
My old friend, this tree. It sits exactly a mile from my house and I drive past it every day. I affectionally call it ‘my’ tree although it sits on the farm of a neighboring family, a family precious to me who would likely move it to my yard if they could. Many days though,
Down the drain.
Earlier today, I stood in the shower and cried. I even cry trying to type this. It is difficult. Some of you who know me may think, when is this girl going to get a grip… oh wait, I think that was me saying that. I just know I created this space to make myself
Path Made Clear.
I don’t know why but I often fight off the urge to buy things that certain people say are great. Is that not the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard?! It’s like I am convinced there’s no way I can like it as much as everybody says. When it came to this book, I will admit
Calling All Daymakers!
I don’t know about you but I feel so much better when I can lay my head down at night and know I did something to make someone smile that day. When my kids were little, I had one of many genius ideas where I told my kids that each night they had to tell
Gone too soon.
This morning as I let my tall baby boy (almost 16) out in the car rider circle at school, I watched him walk up that sidewalk and it took all I had to not run after him for one more hug. I cried and cried after I pulled off. I cried as my heart
As the Tassel Turns.
One of my favorite writings is the one about the dash. I’m sure most of you have heard it but essentially it talks about the dash on our tombstones. The date before the dash is of course the date we entered this world and the date after is the date we leave it. The dash
Permanence…
I walked in the back door like I always do. It was early one morning recently, before the sun had risen, and there he was…. sitting at the table. He never does that. It almost scared me. The words we’d all felt losing Mama seemed to be captured in that one little moment sitting at
