Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. Every morning, so far, I’m alive. And now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness and burst up into the sky–as though all night they had thought of […]
small and scared
Wesley’s been walking wounded. We’ve pawed over his left front paw and leg and just can’t figure out why he’s limping for the last week and a half. So today I drag him through the door of the examining room, and while we wait he lifts his feet to my lap and shakes so hard […]
when you don’t have the gift of garden
It’s a good thing I don’t NEED a garden. Because I don’t have the gift of garden. Sometimes I try to keep a garden because I love the results, and sometimes I even reap a small harvest, but I don’t really enjoy being the keeper of a garden. My grandfather, he kept a huge garden, […]
how to become more fully yourself
The world here is resting in gray and white and brown. It seems like it’s been resting now for far too long, and surely it’s time to get up already. I remind myself there’s, “[S]till movement in this waiting,” as Emily P. Freeman says in A Million Little Things: Uncover the Art You were […]
scripture sunday: sink and know
“Cease striving and know that I am God.” ~ Psalm 46:10 (NASB) “The word we read as cease is sometimes read be still, let go, return. But the first way, the original way, is a verb that means sink.” ~Emily P. Freeman in A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live […]
still saturday: there is a line
“There is One who tells her where her proud waves halt. You can point to her limits, her boundaries. There is a line where wet sand meets dry, and the line is wavy and it changes with the tides. “But there is a line and God draws it with his finger. “We want to […]
how do you make art?
I’m reading Emily Freeman’s book, A Million Little Ways: Uncover the Art You Were Made to Live with The High Calling book club. Emily writes: Maybe you live confidently in the midst of scary situations. Maybe you are brave enough to listen, to wait, to trust. Maybe you see potential in situations and in people that […]
poetry dare: tangled up in t.s. eliot
His lines crawl across my cortex when I sit and when I walk and when I lie down and when I rise up. While I wash dishes, he whispers words like maisonette and miasmal mist and fugitive resentment and glazen shelves and green silence. I can’t shake the images of brown waves of fog and daffodil bulbs staring up from eye sockets and a […]
scripture sunday: upon a rock
He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. ~Psalm 40:2 (NASB) “Follow the Leader” is a set of sculptures found on the Sculpture Trail in Waterfront Park, Ludington, Michigan Still following, Sandy
still saturday: walking poetry
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them. ~Ephesians 2:10 (NASB) God calls you his workmanship, his poiemia. What happens when God writes poetry? We do. We happen. We are walking poetry, the kind that moves, the kind who has hands and feet, the kind with […]
