Her dreams- they’re autumn leavesglowing beautiful and bright. Yet quick as thieves stealing in the nightThey lose their hold- And fall, And fall.The red turns brown the yellow, too. They’re trampled down as if on cue.And then the cold- Over all, Over all.
I get really excited about autumn. It’s my favorite season, without a question, and it never lasts long enough. I sipped my first pumpkin spice latte of this fall mid-August, while browsing in a local furniture and decor store. They are already displaying their autumnal merchandise, and it inspired me to come home and getContinue reading “Autumn Anticipation”
I watched The Princess Diaries 2 with my sister last night. The queen is lecturing Mia on the terrible situations she manages to get herself into, telling her how people look up to royalty, therefore, their behavior needs to be worthy of that. She says, “Can you TRY to grasp that concept?” Mia responds inContinue reading “Surrender? Really?”
Sourdough. It’s one of my more recent obsessions. I get these from time to time, but we won’t talk about the others here. We’re here to talk about bread today, bread and life. My sourdough starter came from a friend, a diversion during quarantine. I think it’s super cool. I don’t like the really sourContinue reading “Thoughts on Life and Bread”
Yes, it looks like a snake curled around the top of this tree. No, that’s not actually what it is. It’s simply a unique tree. I go past it on the trail where I’ve been running lately, and it reminds me of a serpent many generations ago. Perhaps you remember the story… “Then they journeyedContinue reading “Healing From Our Snakebites”
“Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” -Matthew 26:41 NKJV This is so true- these words Jesus spoke to the disciples in the garden. In our spirits, we are willing. We purpose in our hearts to pray more, to read the Bible more, toContinue reading “Willing, but Weak”
Broken heart. Time. Whole with scars.
It hasn’t been an easy day. In fact, parts of it have been rotten, that hard kind of rotten that makes you cry. The kind that sends me outside again and leads me into wood and field. It looked stormy standing in that dead cornfield, stormy in the sky and stormy in my mind. TodayContinue reading “Always Held”
She was a discoverer of paths hidden. It started out as an expedition, a very short expedition, I might add, through the evergreens behind the house, standing in stately predictability. But when she got to the end of the little wood, there were several small Christmas tree-like specimens gathered close to a small grassy area.Continue reading “The Unexpected Path”
I’m a wanna-be mommy. I know; it’s 2020, and motherhood is not a career choice that all women are going for. However, I’m old-fashioned: the kind of girl who gets excited about making sourdough cinnamon rolls. There probably aren’t a multitude of idyllic little cottages around, with a stone wall around the half acre ofContinue reading “A Wanna-be Mommy”