There’s a reason I need to take naps every day. Driving home from scouts this evening, I told my son, ” The sunset is phenomenal. Does that cloud look like an angry cash slot? I’m so sad that it’s getting late earlier and earlier.“ “You mean it’s getting dark earlier and earlier,” he corrected smugly, which …
It’s 8 a.m. and I’ve had my cry for the day. At 5 a.m. I gave my beloved a sleepy goodbye kiss as he left for work. At 6 a.m. I heard a familiar clomp, clomp, clomp. It’s my older man-child. He has his father’s heavy stomp and wears heavy shoes to boot. Back and …
Oregon Green “He makes me lie down in green pastures.” I live in Oregon, one of the most verdant places on earth. Green screams of abundance of life and lavish nourishment. Everywhere I look in the Willamette valley I see opulent forests and flourishing farmscapes. The emerald treetops of towering firs and giant cedars whistle in the …
My Heart, the Three-year-old “He makes me lie down in green pastures” My heart reminds me of a 3 year old: full of life and vim, silly, willful, curious, always learning, trusting, playful, quirky, clueless, undaunted, spirited, and busy – oh so busy. The 3-year-old is certain they know everything, including the well-known fact that streets are …
I Shall Not Want – Of Eunice and Celine. (To lack nothing. To have everything one needs.) I have a million-dollar wardrobe. It is a ridiculous collection of almost everything that I’ve laid my eyes on earth that’s taken my breath away. It’s not tons and tons. But it’s quite a bit (eyes averted…). It’s almost …
It’s 4 a.m. and I’m wide awake. I take several very deep breathes to relax my body and mind, hoping to drift back to sweet slumber. But I can tell I won’t soon be falling asleep. I’m learning to tune in to when He wants a hang out with me. I open the eyes of …
BATTENING DOWN THE HATCHES His words and gesture hit a nerve. An internal wound. It’s been replaying in my mind all week – in slow-motion, in fast play, when I’m busy, when I’m quiet. I see it in nauseating detail. I could describe it all pixel by pixel. I immediately battened down the hatches. Battening …
I had an amazing experience at 3 a.m. I have been a chronic clutterer. My piles drive me crazy. They are everywhere. I desire that the a cure me for that habit. I long for clean uncluttered surfaces. I love it when all my things are well organized. I sat to meditate. As I breathed …
Rhythmically, He growls like a bear, Snarls like a gorilla. Then groans like a logging truck, and rumbles like a grown walrus. He grunts and whistles, Puffs, jerks, and snorts. I stare at the clock, And sigh, Wishing the ruckus and the Passing of time would ease up. He awakens himself with a start. And …
You enchantingly craft your words…, … gems that thrill our hearts. Rather effortlessly, it seems, You bend over your tureen, Humming and thumbing your well-worn needle. You squint and adjust your focals, Shake the bowl in unspoken incantation, You single out this stone, and set it by that one. You stir the bowl again and …