There is water on the windows.
It happens when warm humidity touches cool glass.
This week might be the last warm week before cold sets in for good.
The windows might be swampy for a few more days.
I long to build a crackling fire.
I want to turn on the heat and smell that first season burn.
“It’s been the same season long enough,” I tell myself.
Read MoreShe was learning something new. Wide eyed, eager to try the unfamiliar and intimidating, not knowing she would receive such a fast return for her courage.
She mixed and rolled, twisted and waited. Something sound was taking shape from such modest components as warm water, flour and yeast.
Read MoreSuffering in this life is like being trapped in a narrow canyon with towering walls that block out the sun and stars. There are treacherous stretches of life that appear to have no end and necessitate only one labored step at a time.
Read MoreI haven’t done a lot of writing lately, not because I don’t have anything to say or because I’m not thinking deeply about what this unprecedented Pandemic is bringing to the surface in my life.
It’s just that every time I sit down to pen some thoughts, I sense that there is so much that has already been stated and so I don’t want to repeat what many others are already realizing.
Read MoreStillness?
Stillness is the quiet expectation of worship, Goodness pouring forth, preparing me for what lies ahead.
Even in the darkness there is anticipation of light. Stillness, waiting for light to peak over the horizon, east.
Read More“If you catch this ball I will give you one hundred dollars” my husband shouted to our youngest son. He blasted the football as high as he could, straight up in the air and quickly moved his body backwards getting out of the way.
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