The thing about getting a dog is that the dog needs to be exercised. I like working out as much as the next person (see not at all), but I do it because it is good for my body and I am trying to slow the aging process down as much as possible. But Bella… Continue reading The joy of running
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A thought on anger
My anger feels like lava constantly churning in my stomach. At any moment the volcano erupts and spews the contents of frustration and rage everywhere. It covers every surface from person to furniture.bThe situation is hardly ever worth the amount of damage.My anger feels like a big oven being fed coal by a constant team… Continue reading A thought on anger
jeweled perfume
I did not filter the lilac bush. Nor the scent of it’s perfume dancing across the porch. Lately, I am feeling awe stricken by how round the world can be. Spring comes and goes, so does hurt, so does everything. The lilacs bloom and then die, so too the other worldly creatures-myself included. You are… Continue reading jeweled perfume
Easter
I wore a purple dress and we spent the day outside. The whole family (minus Rickie) stood on the patio, on the back porch, in the field. We stomped through grass to try and get Bella and Liam to be comfortable with one another. Mackenzie wore a chicken onesie and John wore jeans. He got… Continue reading Easter
The Old World and Me
I felt God most here this weekend.In the acidic smell of wet earth and the sound of bubbling water. Rebirth is a messy process that often times is uglier, muckier, taking longer than I believe it should. It’s a lot of mud. It’s a lot of rotting leaves as cover for new plant shoots. It’s a lot of… Continue reading The Old World and Me
Adjustment
I saw something the other day that said “Don’t compare, people don’t post their failures.” And it got me thinking about what failure is. What it means. When I feel like one. What I do to NOT feel like one. And then I thought, ok-so-when did it become so terrible to fail? When did getting everything… Continue reading Adjustment
An Ode
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading An Ode
Spring
My eyes are drawn to the rebirth in the season.As the trees bloom, I am preparing my sister for a bride.I am open to the sweetness that comes from forgiveness of ones self; which now I know is cylindrical. How hard work feels so good in the body at the end of the day. I did not… Continue reading Spring
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