An hour and a half left in my audiobook and I’ve succumbed to tears. It’s seven thirteen of the a.m. as my wheels hum on the highway.I’d kept secretly rooting for this character. I couldnβt quite explain why; he didn’t seem to deserve it.Β Β He sneers. He’s very unhelpful. Rather hateful. He belongs to the…
The Compassion of Companioned Presence Without Pressure
The wind howls outside as it’s done all day. I am weary of it. It bears down hard as I step out the backdoor, my arms laden with bags and boxes.I wave at my nieces as I deliver supper to the wheat field. I greet them and tell them I feel quite complainy about the…
The Backyard Beckoned a Beauty Hunt
The backyard beckoned a beauty hunt.I acquiesced as I fumbled for worn ebony flip-flops.Β 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…
Pondering our Whats and Hows
What we believe impedes our lives or frees our lives.How we exert power expands our souls or shrivels them.Who we let speak into our stories brings us flourishing or finds us fading.How we process life either promotes growth or stunts our progress.What we strive for says something, tells a tale, forms our future.How we name…
One Good Day in May
We bounce in our seats, our tires roll across the sand and dirt of our rural roads.Spring air swirls and sunshine dances with cumulus clouds.The back window creaks a sing-song melody. It’s a good day in May. It’s ordinary.No startling sensation. No splashy show.No monumental news or magnificent next thing. Boring, some might say.Perhaps they’re…