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April 22, 2019
Monday, April 22, 2019 – Prairie
We’re almost a third of the way through this year. I’ve slogged my way through most of it, lifting one heavy, mud-caked foot after the other, in a fugue-like state. I can’t say why. This is life. It’s not always mountain top and it’s not always valley, sometimes it’s mile after mile of flat nothing-to-see
April 21, 2019
Sunday, April 21, 2019 – Indeed
The sun rises in the eastern sky on this morning that anchors my faith. I remember the terrible things—and there are many. I hold them up to the light and they are washed in Love. Love and light; my risen Lord. Indeed. Indeed.
April 20, 2019
Saturday, April 20, 2019 – Melancholy April
April is an in-between month tucked in the middle of anticipatory March when the first blush of spring sparks a fever, and May when gardens centres are awash with colour and promise. April is a gray and wet month. It’s a month of fits and starts, of disappointment and melancholy. Now we’re past the halfway
April 18, 2019
Thursday, April 18, 2019 – Road Tripping
I’m road tripping. My phone is loaded with podcasts and I’m listening to wise words and thinking deep thoughts in the sanctuary of my Ford Escape. Sometimes I turn the audio off, listen to the silence and let wisdom saturate. I’m free. Constrained by the vehicle, and gravity, and other natural laws that keep me
April 15, 2019
Monday, April 15, 2019 – A Man and a Boy
I watch a man in church. He stands with his wife, a young boy between them. The boy looks to be about the same age as our granddaughter. I think that they’re his grandparents, but I don’t know. The man’s hand rests gently on the boy’s shoulder. I catch a glimpse of the boy’s red-rimmed
April 14, 2019
Sunday, April 14, 2019 – April Showers
Another gray day with wind and rain. I stay inside, dry and warm, and listen to silence. I brew tea, and read books; wash floors and dust furniture. And talk to the Yorkie now and then. Peace.
April 13, 2019
Saturday, April 13, 2019 – Treat
We finish a healthy vegan supper and Gerry moves toward the kitchen to clean up (house rule: she cooks, he cleans). I’m thinking of a photo of a soft serve ice cream cone that came up in my social media memories this morning. After spring break, when our granddaughter was here, we decided to forego
April 12, 2019
Friday, April 12, 2019 – Waiting
I grow impatient for flowers in the garden in the parks and I think I might buy some at the grocery store to tide me over. I go into my archives where there are flashes of delight recalling springs past attention paid and I remember wisdom in the waiting.
Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail. Ernest Hemingway The cool, wet days that have come with April are a blessing. I feel no tug to be outside digging in the dirt instead of writing in the silence and solitude of my
A blush appears at the top of the eastern hills. I watch it grow in brilliance, peak, then fade. Now there is no indication that moments ago the sky over the hills was bright pink. I would have missed the magic if I had run for my camera. Sometimes the wisest thing one can do as
