I nestle up against the arm of the couch, a book in my lap, a cup of hot tea beside me on the end table. Rain drums against the skylight and the wind howls, but a fire lights the wood stove and I am cozy under my blanket. For this brief period, I rest. An hour, … Continue reading "My Favorite Part of the Day"
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Wherever You Are, There is Grace For You
A few weeks ago, I wrote the following in my journal: Speaking of cliché, I wonder if my blog is becoming just that. I write things that are true – or try to – but do I make it out as though “choosing this moment” is easy or natural or simple? I try not to … Continue reading "Wherever You Are, There is Grace For You"
Read MoreOn Supermoons and Beauty and Being Small
The supermoon beckoned, there outside our window, hiding demurely in the shadow of the earth. We ventured out into the cool air after Katie was asleep, stood on the deck together with our camera and our tripod and our telescope and marveled at the wonder of this universe we inhabit. We’re on the west coast, … Continue reading "On Supermoons and Beauty and Being Small"
Read MoreA Hint of Fall
Things have been somewhat quiet around here lately. I blame this on several things: the transition from two naps to one (which is more difficult on me than it is on her), distracting novels, time devoted to other projects, and a quirk in me that prefers long-form (and therefore time-consuming) writing over shorter snippets. At … Continue reading "A Hint of Fall"
Read MoreAfraid of Falling
She sits on the floor, her legs bent in front of her, the soles of her feet just touching. She talks to herself, a constant stream of babble, as she flips through her board book, pausing on each page just long enough to rest her tiny fingers before moving to the next. I smile; my … Continue reading "Afraid of Falling"
Read MoreOn Swimming, and Mothering, and Writing
The thermostat climbs, here in our house built facing the summer sun. Unwilling to turn up the air conditioning but desperate for relief, I put on my swimsuit, gather my towel and my flip-flops and my daughter. She laughs as I rub sunscreen into her round cheeks, squirms in excitement as I tug the swim diaper … Continue reading "On Swimming, and Mothering, and Writing"
Read MoreBlackberries, Part II
The blackberries ripen again, luscious and tempting, begging me to venture out into the hot summer sun and to pick them while the picking is good. I was, perhaps, a bit territorial this week; Jonathan told me the neighbor kids down the road, the ones who don’t really live here but whose parents come two or … Continue reading "Blackberries, Part II"
Read MoreWe Make a Good Team: Thoughts on Eight Years of Marriage
I am blessed with a wonderful, happy, easy marriage. I want to be sensitive to the fact that this is not the case for everyone and so I don’t often write about how smooth it has been for us, but today, it seems appropriate and good to reflect a bit on this amazing partnership we’ve … Continue reading "We Make a Good Team: Thoughts on Eight Years of Marriage"
Read MoreRemember: A Communion Meditation
The small fellowship we attend on Sunday mornings celebrates communion weekly. Each week, a different member of the congregation shares a brief meditation before we share the bread and the cup. I took a turn yesterday; this is a slightly modified version of what I said. Quick – without looking, describe the color scheme of the … Continue reading "Remember: A Communion Meditation"
Read MoreWhat I Learned in April
Emily over at Chatting at the Sky has made it a practice to record the things she learns each month. It’s a valuable habit, this habit of reflection, and so I’ve been joining her in it this year. If you’d like to join us as we remember, you can comment on this post with what you … Continue reading "What I Learned in April"
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