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November 9, 2018
Friday, November 9, 2018 – Distracted
She stands In tattered gold Tossing bits of amber And jade, jewels of a year grown old: November. Zephyr Ware Tarver The forecast was for snow overnight. I have not yet looked out the window, so I don’t know if it came. My brain is still in that slightly muffled place it goes to when
November 7, 2018
Wednesday, November 7, 2018 – The Writing Season
Writing is an unfolding of what’s going on inside me as I talk to myself on a pad of paper or a computer, a version of talk therapy that requires neither appointment nor a fee. Parker J. Palmer, On the Brink of Everything Dark comes early now. The landscapers have taken away a good
November 5, 2018
Monday, November 5, 2018 – Return to Standard Time
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing. Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife We turn the clocks back and mayhem quietly ensues. The dog wants dinner in the early afternoon, I put up three non-traditional lighted birch trees because it’s going to be dark for months now,
October 31, 2018
Wednesday, October 31, 2018 – Wrestling With Routine
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets I wrestle, again, with my sleep pattern, waking up—wide awake—at an hour when it’s too early even for me to begin the day. I pray, read a bit, ponder the
October 28, 2018
Sunday, October 28, 2018 – Great is Thy Faithfulness
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest, Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above, Join with all nature in manifold witness To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love. Morning by morning new mercies I see; All I have needed Thy hand hath provided Great is Thy Faithfulness, Lord unto me! Thomas Chisholm, Great is
October 27, 2018
Saturday, October 27, 2018 – Quiet Morning
Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. Lauren DeStefano, Wither Feeling kind of quiet this morning. Trust you understand . . .
October 26, 2018
Friday, October 26, 2018 – There is a Season
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1 I chop Swiss chard, picked from the garden an hour ago. And tomatoes, assorted heirlooms that have been ripening on the countertop in the laundry room for weeks—sorted through every few days, the ripe ones chopped and used in
October 25, 2018
Thursday, October 25, 2018 – Grace
This simple windowless space is home to our crew of sojourners who gather each week with desire to go deeper. Tables, chairs, a little fridge, and a coffee station—nothing fancy. This afternoon it is holy ground. Grace, grace. I am in awe as Truth washes over and penetrates to the deepest place and we are
October 24, 2018
Wednesday, October 24, 2018 – Seen Through a Wider Lens
Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. Jim Bishop It is the most beautiful autumn. Clear blue skies and sunshine during the day, give way to late afternoon sunsets with magical golden light. The air is still and warm during the day; autumn winds haven’t stripped the trees of their
October 23, 2018
Tuesday, October 23, 2018 – Autumn Wind
Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile. William Cullen Bryant October winds down, and change taps at the door. I think about trying a new thing—which really isn’t a new thing as much as it is an old thing wearing a different outfit. I consider switching up routines. I contemplate throwing intention up in the air and
