I took a walk by myself this evening. I walked up and down the streets of my neighborhood trying to catch eyes with strangers, a little bold I will admit, but no one wanted to connect. I thought about taking myself to the movies but then I realized I wouldn't have anyone to talk to;… Continue reading a-loneliness
The sea-saw
You are not immune to these moments. Despite whatever cold you weather, rest assured the light will turn and Spring will come ‘round again. You know this. You know that tiny, ever singing bird perched on each heartbeat crying out for the goodness of belonging. That thing with feathers. You know it’s tune despite the… Continue reading The sea-saw
A prayer in January
God, I am grateful. Let me first start with that. I should start every day in such a spirit and often forget to. I am grateful, God, for all the things you give me; most importantly my ability to be thankful and count even the hard things a blessing. I know changing forecasts can lead… Continue reading A prayer in January
Whisper back
Go on, take it. It’s yours to carry, no matter the burden. The sorrow is as fleeting as the snow and half as cold. The world reaches her hand out to you and pleads: “Touch palms with me, let me soothe you in beauty. Look how much goodness surrounds you. Look how much you know.”… Continue reading Whisper back
A Season of us
When I was a little girl there was a field behind my house that separated the neighbourhood from the rushing water of the Jones Falls and all that lay beyond. The field is still there behind the house although the little girl has grown much taller now. The field, which my young (and even then-romantic)… Continue reading A Season of us
Why worry at all?
I stood and looked up and saw that the rocks that had once been above me were now below where I stood And I wondered, did they know they would change the shape of the river when they left their perch in the sky? Their falling caused streams where no streams were before. And petite… Continue reading Why worry at all?
The Reckless Gardner
When it comes to gardening the first rule is this: you can’t be afraid to get your hands dirty, anything worth cultivating is going to take time and work. And how satisfying will it be to see the hard work pay off! Where there once was just grass there is now a patch of earth… Continue reading The Reckless Gardner
A memory, a hope.
I wake up. The sun is coming through the sheer curtains on the window in the hall very brightly, and downstairs I hear the faint “beep” of the microwave. Outside it is already hot even though it’s nearly 9:00 in the morning. The cicada’s sing in even waves like the surf hitting the shoreline. A… Continue reading A memory, a hope.
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