Put on Your Super Hero Cape!
This is the first year I’m not sewing any Halloween costumes. Sadly, my grand babies are all grown up and don’t need them anymore.
When I Have No Words
I’m a collector of words. A turn of a phrase, a grouping of words, a well-crafted story . . . they speak to me. Yet, sometimes, I’m so distracted I can’t find my words. My prayers are but groans. I have to be reminded or invited to drink from the well that never runs dry (John 4: 13-14).
Journeying our Way to our Selves
My husband, Tim, and I have been watching a documentary series called Native America. I’m learning quite a bit of history and geography based on the extraordinary oral traditions, written texts, and story-telling art work left by Native Americans beginning more than 13,000 years ago. This Empire’s creations centered around humanity’s relationships with earth, sky, and water.
Do I Have to?
Change is inevitable, a consistent variable in our journey. How we adapt to change becomes a building block for future encounters with life’s altering experiences.
Glorious Joy in a Seed
The closing bell of summer is ringing. In my garden, it’s the season for harvesting seeds.
A Cloud of Butterflies
Out of my kitchen window, I notice butterflies flitting in and out of the late summer flowers in full bloom. I dash out with my camera in hand to snap a few of these miracles landing here and there, but I’m so distracted by their colors, sizes, and industry, that I can’t concentrate on just one shot!