I want a house on the beach made of cedar shakes and a squeaky porch door that slams shut as I run in and out barefooted and laughing. I want a big picnic table out back with strings of party lights up in the tree branches, blinking slowly like the stars beyond. I want friends… Continue reading Earthy and holy both
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Comfort and Joy
They say “comparison is the thief of joy.” They say “Take your time.” They say “What’s next?” They say “I am so happy to see you. I am so sorry. I am here if you need me.” They say “the heart finds a way.” They say that too. I am here, which is to say;… Continue reading Comfort and Joy
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
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
The terror, the comfort
Time has passed and that tree outside my window that swayed so gently in the Summer breeze is now bare branched. If you look closely enough you can almost see the tiny buds about to come forth into the Spring. Reaching outward. March is a literally that--a physical action forward in specific time with a… Continue reading The terror, the comfort
And Oh! The songs you would sing!
When I was eight, I remember laying flowers on my Grandfather’s grave—my mother’s father—for Christmas—a somber family ritual. My grandmother stood next to me and said: “You never know when God will call you home to tend to his garden.” And she pointed upward towards the sky and raised her eyebrows the way she often… Continue reading And Oh! The songs you would sing!
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