Linda Hoye's Blog, page 56

Murphy. And Possibility.

We have a new family member and are remembering how three pounds of Yorkshire terrier creates a very large ripple. Meet our boy, Murphy! He measures six inches to the top of his shoulders and at ten months, he’s not going to get much larger. (The camera angle in this photo makes him look much

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Friday’s Fave Five – October 23

Time has seemed to run in fits and starts this week as Gerry and I have been busy making plans and decisions and getting things done. As I sit here early on Friday morning and cast my mind back over the week that was, it is a blur. Trusting that as I put some thought

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A Holy Encounter

I’m meeting someone and arrive early in a part of the city that’s familiar in the general sense but less so close up. I park and watch pedestrians, wondering about their stories, until it’s precisely ten minutes before our appointed meeting. A short five minute walk, and I’m there. I wait. And wait. And a

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A Gift of Ordinary. A Day of Respite.

Gerry rises and takes Maya outside to tend to some early morning business, and sees it. I’ve been up for a couple of dark hours so couldn’t tell that the tops of the hills were white as if dusted with confectioners sugar, but now I can. I’m delighted as we watch white fall from the sky.

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Friday’s Fave Five – October 16, 2020

It was Thanksgiving on Monday and the week has felt discombobulated ever since. Even in retirement, a holiday feels like a missed step and it takes time to reorient oneself. Life these days feels like pushing through. It takes effort. This morning I’m pondering some deep things like joy and hope. Truth is, I’m running

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A Luffa. This Year’s Garden Whimsy.

I grew a luffa this year. Just one. One vine that, intentionally, produced one luffa. The luffa (or loofah) is a tropical plant, but under the right conditions it’s possible to grow it here in Canada. I’ve always appreciated the old adage that says the person who says something can’t be done is often interrupted

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Dear Mom

When someone asks you where you come from, the answer is your mother. . . I did love my mother, but I didn’t know how much until she was gone. Anna Quindlen, One True Thing Mom, you would be 91 today, but you were only 55 when death took you suddenly and unexpectedly so you’re forever

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Liminal Days

The sprinklers have been blown out. Lawn furniture, outdoor mats, and flower pots all stowed for the winter. The garden is cleaned out and garlic is planted. Now we wait. One morning, there’s a dusting of white on the hills down the east valley. I pull on long pants instead of Capris, socks and shoes

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Thanksgiving

I wake from a dream in which I had returned to work in a similar role as one I was once very proficient in. I was, shall we say, less so in the dream and in my early wakefulness ponder what I remember and what’s lost to me about the technical aspect of my former

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Old School

A smartly dressed young man climbs out of the polished black car, walks around to the passenger side, and opens the door for the young woman sitting there. She steps out, and off they go hand-in-hand toward the park. I’m kind of agog because that kind of respect is not something you see every day anymore. And,

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