Ten Things. Right Now. chicken in the oven eddie vedder playing…nothing man happy hour at home…chimay husband reading…kids playing xbox the pup walking around the kitchen, sniffing…hoping sizzling bacon...pre-hike eggie sandwiches for tomorrow feeling content…which is nice, given the anxious and worried feelings of late the pause between songs…now, U2…who’s gonna ride your wild … Continue reading :: Ten Things ::
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As If
I’ve been thinking about our homeschooling journey. How there have been questions throughout our experience but how, in spite of the questions – in celebration of them - we carry on. We live with the questions. We move forward as if we know best. I've also been thinking about life in general. The questions, the not knowing, the living with questions and not … Continue reading As If
Rain and Coffee
There’s rain and there’s coffee. There’s grey sky and there’s work. There’s clutter and there’s a clear desk. There’s laundry and there’s clean clothing. There’s breakfast and there’s lunch (and then there’s dinner). There’s yesterday and there’s today. There’s truth and there’s more truth. There’s love and there’s compassion. There’s one thing and there’s another. … Continue reading Rain and Coffee
All In Good Time
The cooler autumn weather has set in and I’m content with pants-sweaters-boots every day now. Yes, please and thank you. I’m ready for this turn of season. Lately, when I wash dishes at the kitchen sink, I look out to our raised garden beds and think about preparing them for the winter months. It wasn’t an … Continue reading All In Good Time
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Ten Things. Right Now. 1. the wind…it’s cold, but it feels so good…it lifts (branch, hair, spirit) 2. the pup at my feet…her loyalty, her furriness, her unconditional love 3. the sky…vast, open…covering, holding, reflecting 4. the last of the leaves…falling…unpretentious, somehow regal 5. my fleece jacket, my handknit hat, my son’s old gloves…so many … Continue reading :: Ten Things ::
Resting in My Heart
So often, when I come to this space, I ask myself What is it I really want to say? So often, I begin writing something, only to delete it and begin again. I step to the side, try a new direction, circle back. What is it I really want to say? I don’t always know … Continue reading Resting in My Heart
Getting Quiet, Part 1
The other day, I was working in the yard and I popped my phone in my vest pocket, thinking I might listen to music or a podcast. I never pulled it out of my pocket. I went for a walk yesterday and, again, thought about listening to music or a podcast. I left my phone … Continue reading Getting Quiet, Part 1