I can choose to dwell on my grogginess. And fear. Or I can choose to see the light and the beauty, all around me.
Waiting
It is hard to wait.
And yet…
There are messages along the way. And gifts.
I receive them with deep gratitude.
I can choose to dwell on my grogginess. And fear. Or I can choose to see the light and the beauty, all around me.
It is hard to wait.
And yet…
There are messages along the way. And gifts.
I receive them with deep gratitude.
So here Frank and I are again, in the land of white beaches, warm sunshine and blue skies. So grateful. Grateful for a safe drive down. Grateful that our loved ones and friends back home are safely through that record-shattering cold and doing well. Grateful for sunny days. Grateful that, although it is cold for… Continue reading Of Wonder, and Beaches
Dear readers, I am so grateful that you have chosen to join me here in my blog, to accompany me on this journey. I feel humble that you take enough time out of your busy lives to join me here. *** I am singing in my church choir again, and loving it. On Christmas Eve… Continue reading A Prayer for You at Christmas
This is the season of giving, and I swung into full giving mode a while back. I usually enjoy giving to others. But today I woke up cranky and irritable. I’ve been giving so much that I feel drained and worn out. At times like this, one of my good friends reminds me that Self-Care… Continue reading Giving to Myself at Christmas
I love to rake leaves. I love to escape from my house, with its endless to do lists, to the freedom outside. I love to count all the different colors in one gathered sweep of the rake: crimson from our Autumn Blaze maple, gold from the river birch, copper-colored serviceberry leaves, black-red leaves from my… Continue reading Raking Leaves
One of the most difficult spiritual lessons I’ve ever had to learn is that God loves me unconditionally, no matter what I do or don’t do. It is so much easier for me to think that I can at least partially earn God’s love and approval through my good works. After all, my thinking goes,… Continue reading God’s Refrigerator
Recently my husband and I traveled to East Jordan, Michigan, for the celebration of life of my mother’s sister, Aunt Pat. Patricia Vance Schloop was several months past 100 years old when she passed on, vibrant and beloved to the end. *** Dear Aunt Pat: Thanks for thousands of hot dogs and s’mores, served on… Continue reading Thanks, Aunt Pat
There’s an old proverb that says you can either curse the darkness or light a candle. I thought of that proverb lately when I was feeling overwhelmed and helpless about our recent terrible air quality from the burning forests in Canada. So I wrote a letter to the editor of my local newspaper, which is… Continue reading Lighting a Candle, Planting a Tree
There are living stories in my yard, putting out leaves in the spring, blooming in the summer, going dormant in the fall. Stories of endurance. Of perseverance. Of stopping to delight in the unexpected. Of using one’s ingenuity to purchase beauty on a nonexistent budget. Of having the tenacity to bloom on, no matter what… Continue reading Passalong Stories
