There comes a moment. Perhaps on a neighborhood walk, you realize it is warm enough to pull up your jacket sleeves and turn your face to the sun. Or one evening under a luminous moon with water a mirror for the heavens, when peepers come roaring to life, and you know a little slice of … Continue reading
March is mid-season Despite calendar or weatherman; Not the deepest cold Nor the full onslaught of color yet, But brown, and moody A tumultuous whiplash of weather. March is mid-sun An increase in light and longing; Not the strength and length as the year’s zenith Nor the watery and wan winter’s rays, But enough power … Continue reading
This past winter, I led a retreat that considered the gifts of winter. This was held in my community and was a wonderful time of quiet and reflection, fitting the season nicely. But here we are in a different season and I’ve been pondering how the season of springtime points to God and his work … Continue reading
Here is a lovely collection of flowers that I have taken the past few weekends, with my awesome macro lens. I love these soft colors and lines: This was a lily in a bunch of flowers that Ian brought home for me, and I thought the colors were reminiscent of a sunset: Chives, buttercups and … Continue reading
Day 4 Photography 101: Bliss
I began the afternoon grousing about the snow, the cold, and the general lack of…something different, anything new. Inspired by this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge (Fresh), I hunted through some old photos. What a glorious and unexpected journey through the seasons; now I’m celebrating the way that a little fresh perspective can make a … Continue reading
C’mon, Mommy! My limbs, awkward and unused, lacking a youthful litheness I once took for granted, gently obey. I balance tippy toe, and the bike wobbling underneath, patiently waits for me to settle. My hands grip the handlebars and suddenly it’s my fifteen year old hands holding tight and I’m off to visit Grandma Jeanne’s. … Continue reading
Your little voice stops cold my fast steps. Standing, alone and hurt, your bike fallen to one side and big tears welling up. Kneeling, I face the tenderness that is you and I see beauty, where mommy can make the world right. Suddenly our walk slows down and I, present to time together witness the … Continue reading
Rolling off the tongue as a gentle exhale, the word itself is a caress, filled with longing, anticipation of bloom and scent. All winter, life is white; no green on the deck, no leaves on the limbs, nothing from my outside, inside in a vase. The view is clean and clear, the scent is cold, … Continue reading
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