If you’re here for Still Saturday, please head over to Pollywog Creek where Patricia Hunter is graciously hosting the linkup this month. Much love to you. Stilling, Sandy
in which I sign on for #31days and why I’m not linking up
Dennis stuck his head in the door. “Put your shoes on and come out here.” I slipped on a pair of Keens and rolled up my p.j. bottoms and followed him out to where the dogs were playing–in a clearing. I gasped. There’d been a chainsaw massacre while we were gone yesterday. Dennis had asked […]
scripture sunday: trash (not)
Don’t throw me out with the trash, or fail to breathe holiness in me. ~Psalm 51:11 (MSG) Still and salvaged, Sandy With Deidra and The Sunday Community
still saturday: a resting place
“Stillness, calmness, tranquility, peacefulness. However you choose to describe it, such a state is possible only by way of relationship with the master. It is found in him alone. Quietness, according to Scripture. is the very thing God works in you, that he achieves in you. Why? Because his desire for union is greater than […]
helping a child transition
Packing up the dreams God planted In the fertile soil of you Can’t believe the hopes He’s granted Means a chapter of your life is through. ~Michael W. Smith I find Jacoba Brenda in a storage tub, buried with her sisters under musty newborn-turned-doll clothes. I gently pull her out and cup her beany body […]
dog days
I’m sitting in a wrought iron chair on the back patio, cupping a mug of coffee while tendrils of steam dissipate in the crisp fall air. I spend more time out here lately. We have two new puppies, Havanese litter-mates–Susanna and Wesley. The female’s half the size of her brother. We said we’d never do […]
when i was no writer and my words were poo
“I like good strong words that mean something.” ~Jo March (Little Women) I chinned the rusty barrel near the hem of our woods. The carbon petals curled and separated. The ashes fluttered high and melted into the atmosphere. Cremation complete. The weekly newspaper over in the next county had rejected my fiction story—the […]
scripture sunday: sing for joy
Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it. Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. Let all creation rejoice before the Lord, for he comes, he comes to judge the earth. He will […]
still saturday: time to be
“In the summer, I seem to spend my days between the stove and the typewriter, with time out for walking the dogs to the brook, bearing the big red clippers which help to clear the path. “I sit on my favourite rock, looking over the brook, to take time away from the busy-ness, time […]
i want to be a stripper
I left a comment at Jennifer’s last night… way too late for me to be near the computer. Ann Kroeker, who’s working with Charity Singleton Craig to lead a group of us in “The Writing Life,” a workshop through Tweetspeak Poetry, was Jennifer’s #TellHisStory featured writer this week. She wrote about the importance of finding the […]
