Live light. Live free. Nestled in His strength. Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. […]
Archives for November 2011
Five-Minute Friday: Putting on the Brakes
Five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. On unexpected. GO! Here I sit at the Dodge dealership watching televised observances from Arlington. I stopped on the way back to the Cottage for an overdue oil change. I didn’t expect to be here that long. Usually I’m in and out. But today is Veteran’s Day, and they are busy. […]
Popping the Cork
I came home for a couple days of grandgirl duty because my husband had to go out of town. He didn’t greet me, and I didn’t see him under the dining room table. I knew right away. He jumped down from the dresser and trotted out when I opened the door. I knew it had […]
Yellow Leaves
Nothing left but yellow leaves they fall in earnest now like tears and tumble in the wind. Stripped limps stretch and reach through gray to touch the sun and wait. Hearts ache and break for moments lost to hardened hearts and tears they hide behind the laughter and leak through crinkled corners in the night. […]
Pulling Strings
They streamed in this weekend–from “down below,” “up above,” and just a “hop-skip.” AKA from “down state,” from “the U.P.,” and from home–just a short drive. Three grandchildren, one spouse, one boyfriend, three great-grandchildren, a niece and her family. It was a sun-shining, picture-taking, memory-tucking time. Last night, after everyone had gone and Mom […]
Five Minute Friday: Remembering Useless
Casey, a therapy dog We’ve been taking a lot of walks down memory lane. Like yesterday when a volunteer brought Casey to visit. It got us talking about our own dog. The one my dad brought home one day, the last left of a litter that some vet was giving away. His mother was a […]
Gifted in Grief
I realized it just this morning. She was my age. She was also a nurse. Instrumental, I understand, in birthing this place. She was admitted the same day we were, to the room next door to ours. She’d done battle for 18 years. A bone marrow donor stood ready, but she could not bounce back […]
Cashmere Comforter
Gray billows of cashmere spun by sacred hands whipped cream piled soft heaven’s comforter. A simple response to a T.S. Poetry Press call for cashmere poems. Photo taken from an airplane.
Book Review: Stained Glass Hearts by Patsy Clairmont
I’m sitting in one of the white gliders, cushioned in peach and white stripes. I hold the book on my lap and gaze at the framed stained glass that hangs on the peach wall above the white chest in the meditation room. I note the seagulls (at least they look like seagulls), the hills, the […]
