A big ol’ bite of Peace, Beauty, & Joy, extra crunchy, with a cold glass of milk
Here in My Hand
It’s the little things that are missed most of all when someone you love is gone. The sound of their laughter….the whiff of their particular scent….the jingle of their keys at the door….the sideways glance that communicates volumes….the phone ringtone you set just for their calls. So many, many little things. I can get through…
Mothering
For the mother to be… For the mother brand new… For the mother whose children are grown and dispersed… For the mother whose child will ever be with her… For the mother who was to be and is not… For the mother parenting undesired… For the mother whose heart is in heaven… For the mother…
Spring Forward
The clocks changed again…or rather, we consciously chose to change the clocks and hurl ourselves en masse into a collective future. It’s a dubious endeavor, this changing of the clocks. No one particularly cares for the actual act of the shift. But the ongoing effects are generally appreciated. Longer days, we say. Of course, the span of daylight is exactly…
Grateful
There are moments in this life that we collectively know as sacred…births and unions and momentous rites of passage. We honor and celebrate them, and they are steeped in a joy shared and spread. I didn’t know until recently how sacred the passage that is death is as well. Indeed, it is the most hallowed space I’ve…
Dreaming
I had a dream last night. I dreamed I was on a competition reality show where all the contestants dreamt. Mary Berry judged them on the value of their dreaming. You know—was it a fully baked dream? I got voted out because my dream just didn’t hold up. Probably needed a little more proofing. Or…
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My earliest memory is writing. I sat on the floor of my bedroom as my mother fixed her hair in a nearby mirror. I held a blue crayon, and across a scrap of paper on my bedroom floor, I wrote a story. I don’t know what I wrote, but I do know why I wrote. I simply had to. Writing to me is breath––it is necessary for existence.
And so now I blog. I blog my journey, my thoughts, my observations. And in this often heavy world, I look to the peace, beauty, and joy—the PB&J, if you will (extra crunchy with a cold glass of milk).
I welcome your comments, thoughts, and inspirations!
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