History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley I requested The American Patriot’s Almanac to review before Christmas. But my husband–who loves history–snagged it, and I had to wrestle it back. This book is a collection of daily bite-sized readings on America by William J. Bennett and […]
Monday Meditation: Playing with Stones
Grace is uncommonly quiet. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t busy. I go in search of her and find her in the bathroom. She’s washing stones. With her toothbrush and my toothpaste. Water ripples green and blue and rose and yellow and orange from polished pebbles with names like carnelian and amethyst and quartz and […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Grace and Mercy
I am a most noteworthy sinner, but I have cried out to the Lord for grace and mercy, and they have covered me completely. I have found the sweetest consolation since I made it my whole purpose to enjoy His marvellous Presence. ~Christopher Columbus
Saturday Snaps: HAWK!
Imagine my shock when I sauntered out to the living room to check out the customers at the feeder. I looked up the tree. And. Saw. This. Almost close enough to touch. Well, not quite. Hands shaking. Baby camera.
Friday Fuel for the Weekend: Light
It starts as a hint of hope, a thin thread of red at the hem of the horizon that gives way to an ever-widening pink streamer. New day birthed in a candle glow that nudges black. The sun climbs the steps of night and peeks over peak. Breath clouds billow and dissolve. Ribbons of light […]
Reflections on @stickyJesus: Chapter 8
I couldn’t help but think of the robot in the series Lost in Space as I read this chapter. Warning! Warning! People walk in darkness. People have lost hope. People are going to die. And they are online. “More people will log onto blogs, Facebook, and Twitter this Sunday than will go to church. More […]
Window on Writing: Wordless Recreation
Too much reading is very bad indeed. Yep, you read that right. That’s what Dorothea Brande said in her classic book, Becoming a Writer. Say what? She says writers tend to take too many “busmen’s holidays.” In other words, they tend to spend their “off time” doing writing-related activities (such as reading or talking shop), […]
Textures of Text: Steppin’ Out
I got a faith lift today. I needed it. It came in the form of Sue Duffield. Laugh lines stretched. Tear ducts exercised. Energy infused. Do you know Sue? If not, you should. She’s a sanguine songwriter, singer, speaker, and sagging spirit lifter. She lives out loud (LOL), laughs out loud LOL), and loves […]
Monday Meditation: Storms
For the man sound of body and serene of mind, there is no such thing as bad weather; every day has its beauty, and storms which whip the blood do but make it pulse more vigorously. ~George Gissing Today in the open places, it’s hard to tell where earth ends and eternity begins. Ground touches […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Winter
“Hear! Hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, “winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.” ~Henry David Thoreau (November 28, 1858 journal entry)
