The Dusty Road

The time and space it takes to walk the dusty road is exactly what my heart requires- there is just something about it that speaks to my soul. It is in this trek that I sometimes consider what would have been and of what would...

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Seemingly Small

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Season-by-Season

There is a place where, after the rush of the morning’s routine, the sun settles high in the sky and it’s rays reach down, inviting me to come and sit. Day-by-day, month-by-month, year-by-year, each morning I have sat in this place and have soaked in...

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With Every Fiber of my Being

After she died, Valentine’s Day landed a paralyzing blow. I couldn’t even stomach hanging her lollipop wreath or putting out the tower of hearts that sat on her dessert table. With every fiber of my being, I wanted to- I just could not. I could...

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The Normal Order

I had never noticed it and yet it has always been this way- I guess I had never stopped long enough to notice. Or maybe it is just that my eyes were fixed in a different direction. Or maybe it is just that I had...

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The “Then”

I lingered over the words- reading, rereading- wrestling with how this could possibly make sense and yet it did. The two simple words used to describe our life could be blended, speak truth and give meaning beyond the solitary day that changed it. These words...

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Grateful

Their headbands were adorned with construction paper feathers calling out the multitude of things for which they are grateful: my Mom and Dad, my family, my toys, God, my friends- the list was endless. More turkeys of all shapes and sizes spilled out of backpacks...

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Season’s Change

The meadows are hayed and the golden rod has begun its magical summer’s end dance. The gardens offer its bounty in thanksgiving for the labored backs and weary knees that tended to it. Long lazy summer days which just months ago sprawled endlessly into the...

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The Breakers

I stopped in my tracks. It was like the day I found the long lost flip-flop tucked under the step- the pink one she was heartbroken to have lost. When I saw it I called out to her- relieved it was finally found- and then...

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Simple Reminders

In my coming and going, I did not see that the mama bird was busy building.  My mind so focused on the next thing and the next thing after that, I can not believe I missed it.  Especially since I know that the smallest of things are...

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