An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections... Sometimes Mondays look like a green smoothie that isn't green (and that is super yummy).
Taking some time to reflect upon my week... :: buying myself tulips…just because :: rain…and then sunshine :: a few good walks :: ruining a whole chicken in the crockpot…when will I learn that the crockpot doesn’t do what I want it to do? (for the record, it was edible) (but so disappointing) :: M&Ms…I … Continue reading :: Noticing the Moments ::
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like rain.
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like twinkle lights to get things started.
So many of us appreciate the little things. I know this is true of me, and if you’re here in this space, I know it’s true of you. Sometimes I forget though. I get busy and weighed down by All That Needs Doing. I get lost in the flurry. But then something will surprise me, … Continue reading Delight at the Kitchen Sink
Sometimes in the doing, a certain rushing creeps in. It’s not intended (the rushing) and maybe we think we’re doing fine (and maybe we are) but, sometimes, there comes a point when we pause and we wonder just how the crazy managed to creep in. I found myself at that point the other day. Well, … Continue reading On Comfort and Learning What We Need
Last week’s piece resonated with many of you, and I’m glad for that. There were comments in this space, emails in my inbox, shares on the wider web. Thank you for being here, for sharing this journey with me. As I think about the delicacies that run through our human experience on this Earth, I … Continue reading The Cantaloupe Was Delicious
Yesterday afternoon, I had a choice. I could sit at my desk and get some work done. Or I could lay on the floor with my girl. She was stretched out on the hardwood floor in a patch of sun and she said, "Now I know why K likes to lay here". I wanted to be … Continue reading Finding Softness on the Hardwood Floor
In one hundred words or less... I struggle knowing how to use my energies best. Always the ongoing parenting role. Always the meals and cleaning and laundry. But also. The camera and pen calling for attention. Do I sit to write first thing? Or do I bake the cinnamon rolls on a cold, windy morning? I … Continue reading The Waves