tiny moments (and everything in between)
We meet his friends; they seem funny and kind. They stay for dinner. Two days later, her friend, who is spirited and also kind, stays for dinner. I’m glad for these friends of my kids, glad for these shared meals, glad for the laughter and kindness. I watch faces, note gestures, listen to stories. Teenagers, young adults. How did we arrive … Continue reading windows
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. … Continue reading All In Good Time
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 … Continue reading On a Thursday
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 … Continue reading Contests (or Living)
Sometimes Mondays look like casting on and beginning something new. P.S. Just Five Things begins next Monday. Click here to join us. xo
A quiet journaling series. Read here to learn more about following along from June 19 – August 28. As inspired, please share in the comments below + use #atinybitofquiet on Instagram. Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries.Without them, humanity cannot survive.~ Dalai Lama ~ • Who (and what) do you love? … Continue reading A Tiny Bit of Quiet :: August 28
Sometimes Mondays look like zinnias.
