The tree is twinkling in the front room and the house smells like food. It's loud, its crowded. We are all trying to politely find ways to take showers without bothering each other. We are trying to watch tv at the right volume. We are saying "please" and "thank you". We are passing one another… Continue reading Merry Everything
Category: A Hope Chest of Light Keeping
This is my lighthouse journey, my place of bright things.
Delights that make me blush, moments of bliss, holding myself accountable to find the very thing I know I deserve and how to hold it sacred till it’s really here.
One step at a time
One shift at a time.One planned outfit at a time.One strict bedtime at a time.One Epsom salt bath at a time.One hour at a time.On the clock, off the clock. (A friendly reminder to be kind to the people in the service industry this holiday season. The ones bringing you food, walking you to your… Continue reading One step at a time
Lullaby
I’ve been sleeping so deep lately, as though a spell has been cast. My head hits the pillow and I extinguish like a flame blown out by loving lips. A soft puff of air and I falter and go under, not able to resurface for the whole night. It is not unlike walking towards a… Continue reading Lullaby
Forgiveness…
...is allowing someone to sleep when you want them awake. ...is saying that it will be ok when you aren't sure if it will. ...is calling and listening to what people have to say when you are embarrassed. ...is making sure that saying "I love you" is the last thing they hear before they leave.… Continue reading Forgiveness…
Cookies
I watched Mom kneed cookie dough for the first time this season and I snuck pieces of it when she wasn't looking. I sat right there a the kitchen table awaiting scraps like a little dog. My cold is settling in my ears but I did take my coloring book down from my shelf while… Continue reading Cookies
Homeward Bound
I must make home within my own heart, my broken, busted, earthquaked heart full to the brim with memories and hope and earth with the possibility of something new to grow. You have to clear the field before you plant. The death of all the past year, of who I was, has to happen as… Continue reading Homeward Bound
Sisters
When I think about you, I imagine you wearing yellow and how the sun catches your hair red-gold. I imagine a space that is so white it is blinding, and sunlight dripping lace patterns onto hardwood floors; places for you to dance around. Your dress is linen. It may be cream. It may be purple.… Continue reading Sisters
Him
This pretty little view is missing the most important part: the guy who gives me hope that all of the loss is really just a way to invite new great things in. More unexpected things, more joyful surprises, more goodness, graciously. I didn't see him coming, in fact I dodged and hid as much as… Continue reading Him
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