I want to write and my hand is still.I want to photograph and my camera rests in place.I want to blend and I stand out.I want to eat mindfully and I am mindless.I want to feel rested and I am tired.I want to be patient and I am discouraged.I want to move forward and I [...]
I was searching lyrics the other day, looking for inspiration. I landed on Where Is The Love? by Black Eyed Peas. Can you practice what you preach? And would you turn the other cheek? I listened on repeat. I copied lines into one journal. Printed/cut/pasted lines into another. Man, you gotta have love just to set it [...]
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 [...]
Sometimes Mondays look like candlelight.
My cosmos bloomed late this year. Like really late. Like last-week late. All summer long, the zinnias have been incredible in their reds – oranges – creams – yellows – bright pinks – light pinks – deep pinks. The cosmos though? Tall feathery stalks with not a single bloom. Not one. Until last week. [...]
Sometimes Mondays look like autumn leaves scattered across the patio.
Sometimes Mondays look like the autumn sedum doing its autumn thing.
I slow-roast grape tomatoes and try not to eat them all before storing them in the mason jar. It’s hard to restrain myself. While cleaning, I find the note my daughter wrote to me when she was very little: I love you. I hope your nose fells [sic] better. I find this note each time [...]
I’ll tell you why this isn’t a contest. Because I don’t care. Don’t contestants need to care, need to have a vested interest in order to actually compete? It’s not that I don’t care about anything, because I do (oh, I do) – but I don’t care about being better than you or being perfect (whatever [...]
Sometimes Mondays look like iced chai on the porch with my favorite girl.
