I Lost Myself

I Lost Myself

I miss my mind, body, and creative self. I lost them on a journey this past year. “How,” you ask? My kind, attentive, life-affirming rheumatolotist retired the previous January. We had slipped into gray-haired senior citizenship together. He was diminutive...
Succulent Personality

Succulent Personality

In the hush of any morning, while the humans in my household are still dreaming, my fur babies and I settle into the corner chair of the study and greet the morning with a cup of jasmine green tea. Today, it just so happens that the garden is resting under a blanket...
Shame, the Negative Imprint

Shame, the Negative Imprint

In Psalms 25, the psalmist is eagerly giving God his heart, the source of his shame. He knows without a doubt that the only way he can live a hopeful life is to be taught new ways of seeing good in himself. He relinquishes his heart into the tender arms of God’s...
A Composted Life

A Composted Life

I’ve spent the last couple of weeks around these unseasonably warm holidays pruning, reshaping, and chopping to the ground perennials in my garden. I’ve shredded fallen dead leaves, chopped up dry twigs, and cut out dead branches. There’s been so...
Old Timey Epiphany

Old Timey Epiphany

Why the earthworm picture? You’ll see! Three “happenings” converged last weekend: dividing and transplanting lilies, kinda watching the world series, and listening/watching utube reels through my earbuds while the baseball game was on. How did they...
Family Funeral

Family Funeral

A family funeral is a funny thing. . . There’s the extreme, soul-wrenching sorrow of losing a beloved member juxtaposed with the celebratory stories joyfully shared by close friends and family. We back and forth cried and laughed, wiping away sad and happy tears...

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