Discovering Delight & Dwelling in Our Days
Tap on the door and come quietly in.Come. Sit. Be a person.For mostly we stumble around.Step. Trip. Berate our sense of being.We’re often lost; occasionally found.Fog. Afraid. Question every direction. Pull up your chair and exhale into peace.Breathe. Ease. Slip into your soul.Stress tries to rue the day.Clench. Knot. Neck muscles run rigid.Humiliation runs rampant.Ache….
As July wanes into August and heat swirls and summer radiates a sunbaked haze, we nudge the a/c down a notch, fill up Stanley cups with ice and water, and send the sprinklers through another rotation. Early morning welcomes coffee on the porch, a chapter or two, and a bit of quiet contemplation before the…
Letters form words beneath my thumbs. I tap the green arrow and my question flies into the multiverse of messages. Across the state and across the country my friends’ phones light up with my query. What’s a win for you this week? Later in the day I tap my keyboard and share my wins in…
She looks at me and I look at her.So very, very familiar, and also foreign. Some days she seems a completely different person. For the actuality is, she is…and she isn’t. I wander through a corridor of memories.Ponytails, lopsided, looped with elastics crossed over the bright blue balls at each end.First grade. Frightened. Sixth grade. Sick…
Day by day, growth is seldom noticed.Growth is gradual. Silent and slow. Invisible as it inches upward.There’s not much to measure…until there is. Fields of wheat offer a fisted bouquet of metaphors.So much symbolism set forth among seeds.Preparation and planting, toil and soil, waiting and hoping, gathering and reaping. And somewhere in the process, the…