Linda Hoye's Blog, page 65
March 13, 2020
Another Day
We wake and check the news and, yes, the world is still in chaos. A low grade something simmers within. We choose not to walk in fear and we seek reputable news sources but there’s no denying things are churning. We make jokes (some memes had us chuckling out loud last night before bed) and shake
Published on March 13, 2020 05:26
March 11, 2020
Maybe
Maybe it’s easier to allow my attention to get caught up in a whirlwind of anxiety about things over which I have little or no control than it is to love well. Not maybe. It is. I wish it wasn’t so but it is. The news cycle is tough right now. We’ve been on this
Published on March 11, 2020 06:50
March 9, 2020
Saving Time
Technology makes it almost seamless. We go to bed on one schedule and wake to another. Overnight we’ve lost an hour and though we no longer have a multitude of clocks to change (aside from the ones in our vehicles and on kitchen appliances) our bodies know something screwy is afoot. And so Monday comes and
Published on March 09, 2020 06:42
March 6, 2020
Halcyon Days
We go out for lunch at a favourite place where they serve an Indian food buffet. Three young people come in, while we’re feasting on things like butter chicken, vegetable korma, and naan bread, and sit at the table behind me. Unable to keep from overhearing their conversation about profs and grades and assignments, we
Published on March 06, 2020 06:48
March 4, 2020
Missing Mom
From a distance the resemblance is striking. The shape of her face, the softness of her neck, the way she turns her head to speak to her companion. Occasionally I dream about her—not often, but when I do I wake wrapped in the most bitter sweetness. Closer now, and it’s her smiling almond-shaped eyes and
Published on March 04, 2020 05:57
March 2, 2020
Welcome March
We take a walk in my favourite park—the one where ghosts of boys playing baseball and girls wrapped in pink toddle in and out of a building that’s no longer there. Gerry’s been sick and to combat cabin fever we drive across town to the park rather than down the hill to church. Worship looks
Published on March 02, 2020 05:16
February 28, 2020
Writing, and Birthing a Book
One year ago today I posted this photo on social media with these words: “I’ve been at this pretty much all day and haven’t made it past the second page. Whose idea was it for me to write another book anyway?” I was buried in revisions of The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and
Published on February 28, 2020 07:15
February 25, 2020
Snow Day
It snows again. The white is startling and pretty. It’s not as lovely as it was a couple of months ago because we’re kind of sick of it by now, but it makes for a good day to hunker down. I’m grateful for the opportunity. Gerry has a man cold, so he’s been hunkering for
Published on February 25, 2020 05:09
February 20, 2020
I Have a Few Questions
I have a few questions. How . . . ? Is it . . . ? What . . . ? I scratch them on a page in my journal. One after another; they keep coming. Through writing comes understanding. Not answers but illumination. I scribble prayer. (I wonder: is it okay to use such
Published on February 20, 2020 06:04
February 18, 2020
In An Instant
We’re out and about on a sunshiny mid-February afternoon, going about our business and enjoying one another’s company, when we encounter a man who has fallen on the ice. He’s injured—not seriously—but an ambulance has been called. We’re shaken and choose not to go for a walk in this icy area. Subdued. Each sitting with our
Published on February 18, 2020 05:59


