1. I learned that it doesn’t matter if you move cross-country under cover with the Poet’s Protection Program, Tweetspeak Poetry will dare to track you down. 2. I learned that I can survive and even thrive in a small space without a lot of stuff. 3. I learned that breaking and binding sometimes go […]
Monday, October 31 They countered. We accepted. To close two weeks before Christmas. Or sooner. Maybe. Who thought on Day 1 of this series that we’d have a contract on Day 31? Now we’re having second thoughts. But I’m remembering yesterday’s tears… and that anyway it’s not the place where we ultimately end up but […]
Sunday, October 30 We visited another church this morning, and we were noticed by the missions pastor (can you spell Haiti?) and the preaching pastor (we talked pools.) Our realtor called during the last song to say she had more houses to look at. The first one had real possibilities– a screened pool, backing a […]
Saturday, October 29 Today she lined up nine houses. Today we knocked them all down. We dug, but we didn’t find gold.
Friday, October 28 Today (or was it yesterday?) I diffused Motivation, infused peachy green. and scrawled divided addresses. I found Tuesday Morning and saw a pig fly.
Thursday, October 27 We’re learning to live with less. From a three-floor family farmhouse, to a one-bedroom (king) condo, two baths, kitchen, living area and screened balcony… to a queen studio cottage with an eat-in kitchen. And when you burn the rolls and set off the smoke alarm, it’s helpful to have a […]
Wednesday, October 26 Relax, you’re here, they said but I’m feeling ungrounded again. We’re packed up and moving again. We’re still on vacation I said again. And we’re not here any more.
Tuesday, October 25 The Broken Way released today. The family returned to Michigan, and we are scattered again. The effort to break the Curse of the Billy Goat began, and I shattered a glass on the tile.
“The miracle happens in the breaking.” ~ Ann Voskamp in The Broken Way: a daring path into the abundant life It’s just the two of us for dinner. I scrounge up some chicken, left over from the chicken-with-cherry-sauce recipe from A Taste of Laity Lodge. Only for her, I serve it plain with bottled […]
Monday, October 24 Playing with Haiku Waves flaunt their muscles Sea suds quiver like jello God washes my feet. *** First gather the eggs Scramble them in a glass bowl See what hatches. *** Do not be afraid Deep in the dung and the dark The hour to praise. *** Footprints in the sand […]