Like the geese, I was leaving too. I won't need to go as far south as these birds. Most of my "flock" is relatively close, physically or in my heart. And for that fact and those people, I am so grateful.
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The clouds are breaking up and drifting off. A glimpse of the harvest moon may be possible tonight, after all. There's more to be done, but for now I'll enjoy the patio at Saxapahaw General Store. It's a cool 70 degrees, there's a buzz of people coming and going, and the buzz of conversations drifting … Continue reading Days like this and Tangerine beer.
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Whatever this day finds you facing, remember to weave a little love through it all. Today began with strong coffee, a reminder of unity and variety in the spiritual gifts we're all given (1 Corinthians 12, look it up, it's good stuff) and an ancient prayer: "Oh God, who art the Author of love and … Continue reading Love.
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The wind is still gusting here, and the rain has returned. To be honest, I’m loving it. I have the greatest respect for the power of nature and I know any of the trees could turn loose of this saturated ground at any moment. Risks understood, I slipped out back a few minutes ago for … Continue reading Scene from a Sunday stroll
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Ah, September! Just the mention of the month makes me long for bonfires, boots and sweaters! Meanwhile it's still hot and humid, so perhaps I shall appreciate September for all that it is, as it is. The leaves just beyond the screen are beginning to show the slightest hint of gold and copper now, especially … Continue reading Hello, September.
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Note to self: Breathe. The amount of energy you are investing in worrying about what may or may not happen over the next hours, days, weeks, or month is much better directed towards moments of prayer and planning. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. The amount of energy you are investing in worrying about who may or may … Continue reading Breathe.
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This morning I took my coffee to the front porch to enjoy the soft morning breeze before the humidity kicks in. The wildflowers are all but spent, easily mistaken for tall, gangly weeds at this point, but the birds love this little patch of tall seeds, and because of them, so do I. Soon enough … Continue reading Morning
