The Real Wonder
I throw a strand (or seven) of twinkle lights on an ordinary, drive-past-it-all-the-time kind of tree, and when I wrap myself in the white blanket, cozy on the couch, there’s instant wonder here. I...
View ArticleOrdinary Light
Light. I think about it as I sit near the tree, all other light silenced: just twinkle here. In the near-dark I can’t see the cardboard castle or collection of autumn’s acorns still lingering on the...
View ArticleSacred Everyday {Guest Post for Micha Boyett}
I can’t remember exactly when I discovered Micha Boyett‘s writing at Mama Monk, but I can trace the influence her gentle, steady words have had on my heart these past few years. Her posts about the...
View ArticlePost Office Lines
I laugh when I see the line wrapping around the old brick post office. Behind the counter the post man, who has always been there, takes his sweet time measuring width and height and depth of package,...
View ArticleOn Marking the Days {A New Year Post}
When I was a child, and her own mother was dying, my grandmother would invite me to sit next to the hospice bed, my little feet dangling. She’d hand me the latest copy of Ideals magazine, and ask me to...
View Article(in)RL Conference 2013
Just in case you haven’t heard… There’s a conference in April that you can attend in your living room {or a coffee house, or almost anywhere}. It’s called the (in)RL Conference and it’s put together by...
View ArticleMeditations from a Snowy Day
Sometimes winter is study in contrast: fresh-fallen snow adding weight to heaven-stretched bare branches. It’s a black and white world, and I see, say the obvious. But Sunday, when clouds came down...
View ArticleTell Me Again
The pile of laundry in the corner of the bedroom’s grown large again, a testament to my bent towards ideals over systems. A testament to a good many other things, too, I’m sure. Let’s not write about...
View ArticleA Study in Brokenness
In writing and in life, I harbor a growing appreciation for folks who can wrap one white-knuckled fist around hope and let life’s broken ugly drip from the other open palm. I think we need both- the...
View ArticleFraming the Fragments (Guest Post for Message in A Mason Jar)
Today I’m sharing about a dear friend, whose honesty and steady listening has marked my life and my painting. Join me at Darcy Wiley’s beautiful blog, Message in A Mason Jar. (psst- while you’re there,...
View ArticleComfort {Five Minute Friday}
The rain drenches May’s magnolias; the last petals let loose, carpet the soaking earth. Spring has come again, and there’s a kind of comfort in seasons unfolding, one after another, around, around,...
View ArticleMorning by Morning
On Sunday morning, the sanctuary of our small village church is graced with a bursting vase of pink peonies. They’ve been cut from the garden of the retired music teacher who taught my mother flute...
View ArticleStory
In our dining room hangs a string of postcards, addressed to my husband’s grandmother and mailed nearly a century ago by her adoring father, Mortimer Lane. He and Mary raised seven children, and this...
View ArticleDown To The River
It’s been quiet around here. Some traveling, some fun work for Be Small Studios, the late summer loss of both sweet grandmothers in two weeks time, and the start of the school year have kept my days...
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