Honestly, I froze. Where was my heart, who had my focus and intention? Where was my heart?
A few miles south of this window, morning fog is resting on the ridge line. A different shade of gray, just slightly darker than the polished steel clouds that have draped themselves across these early hours. Behind me, the news plays from the television. Reports from the national scene at this hour. Negativity and the … Continue reading Enough
The coffee is fresh, the day is new. The china cup, probably closer to 100 than I realized.
Sadness is only part of the journey. There is immense beauty, joy and love in this world, and if we can't find it when we look around, perhaps it's time for us to make it happen.
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.
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.
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.
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
Just beyond the screen, these old oak trees are swaying softly in the humid morning breeze. Overall, it is cloudy here, but for maybe two seconds, the sun peeked through the soft gray sky blanket to reach the back porch. Perhaps just a little wave or wink to say: Good Morning, I see you, I'm … Continue reading Hello, August.