I miss writing. Which seems strange because I’m doing it right now. But this right now is a stolen moment, a pocket of time where things seem to breathe a little better and my inspiration and will both align. These moments seem to be few and far between these days. It’s more than the start… Read More I Miss A Lot of Things
I am not ready. I am take-a-sedative (herbal, but not that kind of herbal) or stress-clean-the-house kind of not ready. I am so not ready that I can’t even wrap my head around it, I’m so not ready. My daughter is ready. She is sooooo ready that the people around her can feel it seeping… Read More Nope, Not Even Close
Weary looks a lot of ways to a lot of different people. Weariness looks like buying the weed whacker and leaving it in the van because you just cannot make the extra trip out. Weariness looks like dinner dishes left on the table when you go to bed but at least you put the food… Read More What does it mean to be Weary?
One of the toughest and easiest lessons to teach and learn is forgiveness. I look at children, my own especially, and I see such capacity to offer the ‘I’m sorry’. Even in the midst of the embarrassment of having done something wrong, and much worse, being caught in it, children know that the easing of… Read More Cancelling Debts
Boundaries are hard. And this post is hard to write because boundaries are something that are easy for me to teach and preach but hard for me to submit to in my own life. Because I’m a people pleaser. And there are expectations on me and I want to meet them because then people will… Read More Redrawing the Boundary Lines
I am not a runner. I want to be a runner. I look at other people running lightly down my street, on their toes like nymphs who frolic in the chilly spring morning air. I am not naturally inclined to frolic. Yet, there I was this morning, headphones in, bundled up to the teeth in… Read More Why can’t this be easy?
My son’s gymnastics facility is the loudest place on the planet. Really. Not kidding. A kid’s wilderness dream haven of play structure, sponge pits, trampolines, and decibel level that is unmatched in anything I’ve seen in my life, apart from a U2 stadium concert. And it’s my pleasure and privilege to take my two youngest… Read More It's Normal to Fuss
As I sit with my head laid upon my desk and my eyes closed, I wonder, ‘Do I remember reading that ostriches don’t, in fact, bury their heads in the sand, but rather lay their heads upon the comforting earth, close their eyes, and let the world slip by?’ Because really, I can relate to… Read More Ostrich-itis
I noticed a bad habit in myself the other day. Though it is Lenten time and a therefore a time of reflection of behaviors and things Spiritual, this wasn’t that kind of habit. This isn’t a chocolate/internet kind of habit to be broken. It’s a habit of thought revealed by a habit of word. You… Read More The Danger of the Third Person
I had to make a decision this morning. Not a wear or hair decision, but a heart and attitude decision. And this decision took place in the shower, as all good decisions do. You see, someone had hurt someone close to me. And this someone had hurt them right where it hurts, at the core… Read More Decisions, Decisions