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The sky glittered last night with a billion Hand-tossed diamonds. The blackness was so clear. This morning I take a cup of tea (not coffee) and the Dora blankie to a porch rocker. (L.L. Barkat will be pleased to know I spent 55 minutes out there.) The sky is crinkled with gray. But as I sit here and sip, . . . → Read More: Sitting and Sipping and Seeing The dark begins to fade gray and the world looks like my bathroom after a shower. The fog has come on little cat feet. It sits on silent haunches and looks over the field. Waiting. In the spirit of God in the Yard, I pour a cup of coffee in my Michigan mug (I know it should be tea) and take Gracee’s red . . . → Read More: I See Glory Gracee and I have started to read Little House on the Prairie. She wraps herself in her Princess pink blanket and curls up next to me. She reads a page, and then I read a page. And we talk about what we read. The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth and white all the way . . . → Read More: Unwrapping Psalm 19:14 Today’s the day. The day I start working my way through God in the Yard. For the rest of me. I know L.L. will ask me to spend time outside. Daily. It all starts with the sight of a nibbled mozzarella medallion. Fascinated with the morning clouds, gray tide moving east to west, I take my camera with me. I’m still in . . . → Read More: Today In the Yard
Sometimes to make your message Some of us from High Calling Blogs are discussing Made to Stick . . . → Read More: A Testable Credential Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you. ~ . . . → Read More: Time ~ In More Than 140 Characters “People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” ~ Rogers Hornsby As baseball season draws to a close, I wish I had recorded some games. I used to be a news addict, but now baseball . . . → Read More: What Am I Going to Do Now? I’m fascinated by the corn this year. I watched as the rich brown mother earth opened its womb and embraced the seeds, protecting them and nourishing them. I saw the tender shoots peek out and grow into little green toddlers, then teens, and now towering mature adults. They are time tanned, dried and brittle, and now . . . → Read More: Seasons and Changes “Worry is a cycle of inefficient thoughts whirling around a center of fear.” ~Corrie Ten Boom I pull out the old red crockpot that my mother-in-law gave me 35 years ago. I have newer ones, but I like this one better for soup. I chop onion, dice carrots, slice celery and snip the leaves. Pour in . . . → Read More: Worry Soup Glynn Young asked HCB members to consider a poem that “had an impact on you, that you remember, or that you enjoyed, and write a poem about it” as an offering for the group’s Random Acts of Poetry. “What poem do you come from?” he asked. I thought and thought and thought and finally chose this poem by . . . → Read More: When I Consider How My Life’s Been Spent |
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