I never understood the phrase "Your body is smarter than your brain" until I became an adult. In the past five years alone I have learned that lesson hundreds of times over. How sleep and rest are different. How hunger and loneliness can feel like the same thing and are somehow tied. How joy and… Continue reading My Madeline Moment
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.
These days
Well, I’m not sure these days which way the wind is blowing me. Which way the crow flies. How far it is to safety. I’m not sure these days how to find a way around it all. How to concern myself with the big picture. How to iron out the details. I’m just one foot… Continue reading These days
grand mater
Questions to ask my great-grandmother Frances: What did you do in the hard moments, and how did you get through them? What brought you joy every time you experienced it and why? How do you remember your mother best? What do you like to do when it rains? Do you hum when you do the… Continue reading grand mater
What light through yonder window breaks?
She stands on the balcony silhouetted in the light. But first she had to crack the stone to get through. First she had to lose it all. That looks different each time around. And we may not realize it all the time but we lose often. Sometimes the loses are small: a bobby pin, a… Continue reading What light through yonder window breaks?
A muse
The world spends its time spinning and I spend my time spinning too. Around in my brain there is a carousel that is constantly moving. The colors too vibrant at times, the speed enough to make you beyond dizzy. When I am lucky and things are going well the carousel becomes a ferris wheel and… Continue reading A muse
A Sip
As Fall comes I think of things to do with you: A walk A talk A coffee or two But I don't drink coffee, surely you know that now. I drink tea and hot chocolate and lemonade and iced tea and lately a lot of root beer (which is new). I wonder what else will… Continue reading A Sip
Grief
When it comes to death I know two things. One: that I am much smaller than I think I am and Two: that I am much larger that I think I am too. To exist in smallness and largeness is a great gift. One that I take for granted every day. To be protected by… Continue reading Grief
Hope looks like
He said with his glasses off every light in the distance looked like a star. I told him to keep them off for a while. Maybe it’s not so bad to see things that way. Everything is always guiding you home if you let it. Even if we don't understand why yet. I've been brought… Continue reading Hope looks like
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