The psychodogs take less than two minutes to relieve themselves before they beg to come back in. It’s still dark when I step outside. I catch my breath and imagine ice crystals forming around my lungs. I try to guess the temperature as the garage door creaks upward in protest. I slip my jacket sleeves over […]
Playdate: Where I Am
I wake up while it’s still dark. I reach to my right. My fingers encounter only the widening hole in the sheet. I need to buy a new set today. This is the second time it’s happened. How does a vertical sheet slit start and expand under my husband’s back anyway? What does he do […]
Nature
numbed :: wilderness of soul wild and lovely mystery whispers from a bush :: named Inspired by chapter 18, “The Wild Things.” Leaving some whitespace here this month as I rest with Bonnie. I’m reading and writing on a chapter a day. In the stillness, Sandy This post is part of the “Finding […]
Ping Yuen
ping yuen :: quiet safe garden nestled in the slow whitespace round half of a peach :: crispy love Inspired by chapter 11, “Pastry.” Leaving some whitespace here this month as I rest with Bonnie. I’m reading and writing on a chapter a day. In the stillness, Sandy This post is part of the “Finding […]
Desolate Places
Find rest for your soul in the desolate places. Be still. Know He’s God. A little poem inspired by chapter 1, “Desolate Places.” Leaving some whitespace here this month as I rest with Bonnie. In the stillness, Sandy This post is part of the “Finding Spiritual Whitespace Blog Tour” which I am a […]
how clutter makes us fat, and how to slow down to see
I went in search of the sound of scratching. I found it coming from behind the door of no admittance. From the room that used to be my sister-in-law’s bedroom until this house was moved across the field in the ’60s and the room was halved to accommodate a stairway to a full basement. […]
be still to be–be loved
be still, hidden in the pocket of this present moment and know the love that calms all chaos. be still for the beauty of the be is that you know that you are known and loved just as you are. be loved still. In the stillness, Sandy Linking with Bonnie as we explore the question: […]
They Call Him . . .
September 4, 2012: Today I’m linking this post with the synchroblog celebrating the release of Inciting Incidents, where six creatives share their stories about collisions of dreams and disappointments, of clashes between faith and the “reality of our broken planet.” Be sure to explore the Inciting Incidents website–including the free gifts and a boatload of free […]
Dare to Touch the Fringe (A Repost)
But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness will rise with healing in its wings; and you will go forth and skip about like calves from the stall. ~Malachi 4:2 (NASB) We gather around the table. The new widow. The exhausted young mom. The heart-broken grandma. The financially stressed and the health […]
Of Bunions and Bubble Wrap
Electric blue gleams when I pull down the green box door. It’s addressed to me. What on earth? I recognize the return label. I know her own heart has been aching lately, and she thinks of me? Again? I think about doing things like this. But my hands don’t always follow my head or my […]
