The backyard beckoned a beauty hunt.I acquiesced as I fumbled for worn ebony flip-flops. Once outside, our June breeze swings friendly combat, gives challenge to the muggy air. The humidity wins and my t-shirt begins to cling to my back as the heavy air presses in on skin and the sun reappears in a hide-and-seek game…
Category: Beauty
Our Right Now Days
Life is breathtakingly beautiful, ablaze with incandescent brilliance AND simultaneously achingly haunting and hard and hopeless. Melodramatic, maybe. Yet also a maxim of truth. Wonder stops us in our tracks with a blaze of glory.Wonder waits with impatience asking when. Faith offers firm footing.Faith frustrates us with uncertainites we can’t define. Delight dwells in hidden…
I Hope April Hugged You
I hope April hugged you in warmth and comfort.I hope it bloomed for you in tulip red and daffodil yellow and hyacinth pink.I hope pansies pinpointed your pathway and peonies swayed with promise. Maybe April was lonely for you, the days long, gray, shadowy.Perhaps there were tears or an unexplained sadness you couldn’t shake.Angst held…
Wherein We Muse On The Beauty of Togetherness
The beauty of a little coffeeshop surrounds me.Music plays from the speakers.One song, then another for an estimated hour and a half.We sip chai lattes with whip. Vanilla for my daughter. Spicy with espresso for me.We chat.Loop letters onto envelopes and attach stamps and stickers.Together. A few locals enter and exit the small-town shop.They all…
A Collection of Liturgies of the Little Things
Muted Autumn Muted autumn.It speaks of the beauty of cycles and seasons, rhythms and rest, glory and goodness.It sounds of cadence and crunch, drifting leaves and dried seed pods,honking geese and crackling hearthfires.Muted Autumn.An embrace, an exhale,A metastasis, a muse,A quietude.Muted Autumn.A welcome home. Beauty Bursts Beauty bursts.In obvious places, like flower bloomsAnd arranged bouquets,But…