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just being

busy carpenter bees buzzing crashing against farmhouse windows as i sit looking out to the shenandoah mountains far off in the distance horses stand still, statuesque one tail sweeps, a single hoof lifts, tilting into an elegant stance, the dancer’s b+ position,...
Self-made or…? Surrendered

Self-made or…? Surrendered

Would I dare speak of being a Christ follower without holding my own “self” accountable to the Calvary part of God’s Love Story? I rarely hear the word outside of Easter. Calvary. It wasn’t even in my Webster’s Universal College...
More Than

More Than

Without Love, I am words faded, erased on a page, no more than the shavings left behind, without Hope. Yet this contradiction exists—- In lowy state, we find our Bliss. In poverty, I lay Me down And there find Calvary’s Love—- But what do I really know of this? O, to...
Setting Things Right

Setting Things Right

To set about setting things right, we need to know what is wrong. Right? But right according to whom? My right way may not be your right way. So how far will that get us in setting things right except in possibly setting ourselves up for making things wrong? Right?...
Dusty Feet in the Sea

Dusty Feet in the Sea

From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
Climb Baby Climb

Climb Baby Climb

Todd was watching a Borg/McEnroe Tie-Breaker Documentary. I stood watching first McEnroe work his way back, then Borg, then McEnroe, then Borg, I was frozen to the screen and forgot why I had walked into the room… Borg wins what the announcer calls a “Mt....
Thanks for the Mess?

Thanks for the Mess?

Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...
A Vertical Miracle

A Vertical Miracle

Rolling to one side, I keep rolling so I hold onto the pillow. Sitting up, I keep my eyes closed. This seems to help. Yawning, lifting my arms, forcing fists, checking for equal strength on both sides of myself, standing slowly Waiting for a sense of steadiness before...

Early Delivery: Inside Outside

Turning my chair, I face the day outside instead of the kitchen. The Amazon truck pulls up with flashing lights for an early delivery. “Red sky at morning Sailor’s warning.” T’s removed, finally, the festive globes from the bush beside the front porch but...
Masquerade

Masquerade

silver black pavement slick smiles ignorance fools the brightest ignorance instigates fear ignorance loves disguise upside down flailing stiff arms running in circles black ice in early morning light ignorance is an artist of masquerade because it is afraid of wisdom...
First Light

First Light

Through the tall wooden door, I leave one realm and enter another, turning the handle, stepping into Dawn’s light. Streetlights yet lit, half-moon lingers, subdued, while sun sits on earth casting a mirage on early morning dog walkers. Warblers, sparrows, finch,...
On Becoming Real

On Becoming Real

  it’s misty gray but there is the new sound of a bubbling brook today. i know i may be alone, but i am going to miss the snow. it covers many distractions all in white and makes everything it comes in contact with beautiful. it gets walked all over and becomes...
Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Who Hears Your Lonesome Song?

Poor tired hollow one Who hears your lonesome song? I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead. To you it may seem odd Perfection took the beating The tree held up the torn and broken Salvation paid the highest cost. Triumphing over every foe We are forever...
Joy in the Fury

Joy in the Fury

Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
When Night Falls

When Night Falls

When night falls and Darkness covers your hours, do not let your love grow cold. I understand, I struggle then, but when bitter the winds, rest then, rest. The Sun will return, solar luminosity, with Power to measure all the stars and galaxies in terms of each output,...
When I Watch the Snow Fall

When I Watch the Snow Fall

The hawk in silent majesty soars in moments of simplicity as the snowmen slump near sidewalks trampled by dirt while last week’s hardened snow apologizes its prolonged departure, muddying our thoughts, but the willows stop weeping as all day and all night the Sky...
Lake at Dawn

Lake at Dawn

  Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just. To each You’ve given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard....
Don’t Be Discouraged

Don’t Be Discouraged

Sometimes when I wake I’m surprised to discover Something stuck in my head I worked hard to let go of Yet it’s from this place Where discouragement lingers from those we’ve allowed to discourage us that We can close the door Be reminded instead To encourage...
Surviving the Vicissitudes of Writing

Surviving the Vicissitudes of Writing

“Todd,” I say after reading the comments from my writing mentor on my new manuscript. It seems the banter between two old(er) souls who have stuck together through the vicissitudes of life, with his guidance, that I have somehow captured and assembled, might work. It...
Outside Inside Healthy Happy New Year

Outside Inside Healthy Happy New Year

I am standing at the stove eating blueberries from a bowl as I sauté onion and orange pepper for lentil soup because the big blueberry muffin Todd and I are sharing seems to be lacking. Blueberries. Everything else about it is great: a big crunchy cap with peel off...
On Cashews and Self Control

On Cashews and Self Control

Cashews always remind me of the Holidays. Cashews remind me of my son who can eat a whole can. Cashews remind me of my mom who loved them with caramels. When there are two-for-one cans at CVS I stock up. Actually, our current stash are the cans I bought to send to my...
On the Mystery: A Meditation

On the Mystery: A Meditation

It’s the Season to climb higher toward deeper Truth To ask Wisdom questions we’ve been afraid to ask To follow our own Path laid out toward the Light like the Magi traveling to the Manger To set our eyes on the Hills and know the Presence of God is here with us in the...
On Finding Your Way Home

On Finding Your Way Home

The nature of Love cannot live with the nature of Fear any more than the nature of Peace can make a home with the nature of Confusion Love and Peace will always rise above Fear and Confusion when given the okay Guidance shows up and leads the way Free from all...
On Blooming Beauty

On Blooming Beauty

Hopes and fears Of all the years were met in the Humblest of the humblest Helpless but Not hopeless Faith can feel fragile Facing the fears filling The world and yet Into the world He came He comes He will come again Advent Preparation Are we prepared? “Teacher we...
Rough Terrain

Rough Terrain

Amidst the rough terrain, against the winds, through stormy days you bloom. Dry earth and sand and rock your bed, your splendor surpassing. Now rest, as Sun reigns in Light. Rain, like oil, anoints your fragile buds yet unseen, contents your roots beneath the earth....
For This I Will Labor

For This I Will Labor

I am moving into my first fall without the burden of balancing numbers. My calendar is open and what I fill it with will be determined by how I am filled. I will ask for good balance as I begin what I used to call a new fiscal year, I have entered a new dance and I am...
Childlike

Childlike

A child has eyes for surprise. Innocent. Imaginative. Free-spirited. I think of these. Apple trees and cornfields. A big red barn. Double Dutch and Four Square. I think of things these things too. What I don’t often think of is how totally dependent I was as a child...
Encircling Us In Starlight

Encircling Us In Starlight

As the unexpected complexities of these days sometimes leave me in a daze As I listen to the stories of lives so young, so old, in overwhelming isolation As I think of not being able to hold a loved one’s hand or let my eyes rest on the final beat of that heart I...
Days of Small Moments

Days of Small Moments

I love clothes. I do. If you know me you know that. And if you don’t, now you do. But these days I wear my favorite jeans, T-shirt or hoodie. So, for a change, I decided to wear a dress and a wide-brimmed hat on my walk. I’m trying to wake up the creative gene,...
Saturday Space

Saturday Space

There is a group of people sitting on my rock by the water. It’s not really mine, I can’t claim it, I can’t ask them to move, so I move to what I can claim. Another Rock. A new spot A new space. And I need it because, well, I just do. I am reminded that I need to put...
Page by Page

Page by Page

June 26, 2013. I had started writing that spring, writing down Dad’s stories. I didn’t know then that they would one day become a book. I had no plan for that. I had no idea. It unfolded, one day at a time, page by page. Our time together at the cabin on Washington...
Morning Exchange

Morning Exchange

Early Morning. Silent streets. Sweet hush. Whisper of gratitude, peace within, endless hope, why not? eyes on the unseen. I fumble with the dog leash, but it’s too late. Four feet expands into twelve and Fannie is over zealously greeting the Newspaper Man. “I’m so...
Second Chances

Second Chances

Rain. The heavens poured out on all living things, bringing buds and blooms, new growth. If you look carefully, there is a promise to be found in all this…all things made new. All things. Stubborn, broken hearts. All things. New. Things from the past that keep...
Scattered Pieces of Faith

Scattered Pieces of Faith

Shallow faith didn’t prompt the woman to walk headfirst into a crowd that had already rejected her. She believed. I believe the reputation of the good work being done in our communities will increase not decrease, but it’s another day of overwhelming. Overwhelming...
A New Place

A New Place

I found a spot all to myself. To be alone. All by myself. A place to listen to the water against the rocks, where overhead, gulls fly at ease with the wind. A place to myself. To be quiet. A place to hear the Voice of the Wind speaking the Words that for too long my...
Morning Offering

Morning Offering

Morning’s first song, evening’s final call, winged creatures, colors painted into trees, starkly outlined or mere smudges, streaks of sapphire, orange bursts of breasts. Their songs, symphonic reeds, trills waking us at daybreak, our 5:00 a.m. alarm. Or...
Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day

I open my eyes and wonder what words await while the sound of raindrops landing on the porch bannister become more apparent. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idling beside the sidewalk out front pulls...
Thorns

Thorns

How completely stupid is despair. It doesn’t understand nor learn and it has no desire to. What boring company I sometimes keep. But it’s the one who does understand and has learned that it was in despair’s midst, resurrection lifted its head. What one may regard as...
When a Tree Falls, I Pay Attention

When a Tree Falls, I Pay Attention

I discovered trees lying chaotically covering the sloops surrounding the bike path on our Holy Saturday afternoon walk to the lake last weekend. I thought maybe the trees had been struck by lightening. One in particular caught my eye, its remaining trunk and torso...
A Tattered Worker

A Tattered Worker

Desolation and isolation close in on me. I wake every hour through the night, and wake in the morning wondering if God wants me to engage in more Zoom meetings. I know He is there when two or more are gathered in His name and crying out to Him. Or is this the time to...
New Territory

New Territory

Look, blossoms and buds! Once dead now bloom, these wild violets and glories of the morning. Trees—shepherds of nature, towers of might—stand watching. Blades of grass—crowds awaiting—step aside. Pictures imprinted, embedded, reflected. These gentle whispers are...
GuiDANCE

GuiDANCE

Distraction. I can only imagine the hopscotch we are playing across the internet. I stop playing. I keep my routine. I begin each day in my corner of the couch, Todd in his. We drink coffee. He reads the papers and keeps me informed. I want summaries of local,...
AbunDANCE

AbunDANCE

They walked on the shoreline of La Saladita and she said she needed a coconut shell to carry the treasures she was collecting. Before she had even finished the sentence, she could feel his eyes roaming the sand. He found one within minutes and smashed it against a...
Do You Hear?

Do You Hear?

“Did you hear?” Todd asked. “The birds are back.” We were having coffee in the space that has now become our home office. The lines between the two—work and home—have blurred beyond belief and I’m not experienced at this. Two days of working from home, I...
Seeing Between the Lines

Seeing Between the Lines

I used to draw and paint. I used to sing, I used to play…the piano. Now I work and rest, I worship. I write and when I leave this life I wonder if I will leave everything unfinished. When we are given a certain ability and it is not used, is it removed like the...
Attune Your Imagination

Attune Your Imagination

Tender His thoughts by hearing His voice, He might speak through another to you. It may enter in waves, rushing tides of truth, or in whispers, morning dew’s holy kiss. Broken limbs, these arms carry sorrow yet reach skyward towards Eternity. Listen with your...
The Nature of a Tree

The Nature of a Tree

Walking through the woods in an icy winter snow when breath becomes crystallized and trees bejeweled Or walking in the spring when a tree births new buds and leaves trails of sweet scents to linger Or napping beneath a summer umbrella of limbs as breezes, scarves of...
Heaven’s Rhythm

Heaven’s Rhythm

Heart be still to heaven’s sound as the gull’s call greets the day. Joy, water’s ripples ever-widening, beyond all senses, beyond all knowledge, still bears fruit from long years’ past. Love’s rhythm alone shall last. 7 7 5 5 5 5 7...
The Lodestar

The Lodestar

In the night, when ego has fled, self sinks into bed and soul rises to its Keeper. Motives awakened, He traces His fingers across dreams, morning separating night, joints from marrow, soul from spirit. Is it strange that He gives talents and abilities then uses...
Children of the Sun

Children of the Sun

We will not be content existing like the groundhog, burrowing beneath the beauty, harbingers of bad behavior, hibernating throughout our winters. But like the golden eagle we will hike and nest on the cliffs above waterfalls and grasslands in our quest to travel the...
Light and Shadow

Light and Shadow

He flings light across the year to come Tosses shadow across the past and teaches us to stand there in between like a tree absorbing the Sun’s warmth
In the Center of Silence

In the Center of Silence

He noticed the sky’s rumblings and turned to find her 20 yards back. “The angels are bowling,” she yelled and laughed but her eyes were serious, scanning the water. His eyes roamed the scene before them: street lamps, floating balls of light, snow...
A Time for New Life

A Time for New Life

Advent: Day 19 “What do you want to do with these plants you have in the attic? They’re dead. I’m bringing them down,” Todd said. “Oh, I know. I killed them.” Neither of the two orchids had shown any signs of life for months but I had kept hoping. I had to accept my...

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