MINDFULNESS
t a k e i t s l o w.
I completely understand now how so many friends have traded in blogging for other social medias; Android finally advanced with Instagram, and suddenly my visual journal consumes the written one. Words? What words? In all
the gardener
Even now I can feel him. Hands buried in my heart reaching to upturn old, unwanted roots long hidden from the light, fooling me of their power to grow and squelch
“if we don’t feel the death, do we feel the resurrection?”
Life’s been hell these last several months, turned up-side-down as they say, whoever they are — although heart-inside-out-and-shred-like-spaghetti might be more like it. I know this might seem melodramatic to you who read the more
ode to spring break
Hail to you, glorious break of Spring, drawing us outdoors into your warm breath, stretching our souls beyond the formal lessons that can banish our inquiring nature to — death? We honor you, glorious break
“Mom, can I be a dancing girl, even when I’m a grown-up?”
All is quiet. But I hear it approaching, her spirit and body tapping on the earth. Smiling toward her toes, she already knows awakening is coming. She leaves her chair to be alone, swaying with
sometimes we run; sometimes we crawl.
“We have nothing if not belief.” -Reepicheep, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (film) Mark walked in the room and found me watching an epic/adventure film. Again. This time it’s some part of The Lord of
loving: hard & free
Toss it up to my naiveté or young idealism that this never dawned on me before having children, but let me just say, parenting is HARD. (Yes, I can hear your laughter mocking me.) When I
goodbye grandma.
Yesterday morning Kristen came over with all the ingredients to make your special spaghetti sauce. Who knew that yesterday, the day we chopped and talked and pureed and laughed and cried (from all the onions)
APRIL in review (not for the faint of heart)
In spite of the recent, occasional desires to wanderlust off the edge of the earth, I’m still here — at times in my pjs until dinner or sitting among heaps of folded and unfolded clothes