This morning as we started out for our walk, we came across this in the bed beside our house. I had seen the hopeful signs that we might get just one more bloom before the summer ended and overnight, out it bloomed! By the time we returned from our walk, the bloom looked just a …
Today, it’s the clouds floating to me the possibility – that taking sheltering finding rest letting the wind and rain refresh the earth might just be the best and most important work.
Today it’s the colors, inviting me to see clearly. The brilliant blue of the sky against the hunter green of the pines – The unexpected fuchsia of the crepe myrtle climbing out of the storm drain – The glistening silver of morning dew about to evaporate in the blazing summer sun – The fiery …
Today it’s the birds singing to me. Reminding me – to dive into the unknown to ride the wind of a new day to sing loud and strong to call when there’s food to chase off predators together to build nests out of unlikely finds And most importantly, to spread wide and be …
Today, it’s the trees Speaking to me. Reminding me to – reach deep stand tall soak up warmth relish in rain widen my view And hold steady.
Chubby hands reaching out to touch the tall grass, Curious feet creating ripples in the still waters. We basked in the miracle of the ripples the grass the stillness of the morning light. And then walked on.
As I was cleaning one of my bookshelves, a notecard fell off the bookshelf. It was from a time when I would write quotations on notecards from books I had read to remind myself of the way those words had spoken to me. This one was from Thoreau’s On Walden: The surface of the earth …
When case numbers in SC began to rise, I realized it was going to become more and more difficult to find light and hope. The climbing death rate, the uncertainty about the fall, and the growing unease among people were all causes to be on alert constantly. South Carolina now has higher case numbers than …
Spring has always been full of new smells. Flowers blooming. Trees budding. And those wonderful evenings after the rain comes through. On our daily walks, one of the questions our four-year-old almost always asks is “What’s that smell?” Sometimes I know the answer, especially if it’s a Bradford Pear tree, but many times I don’t. …
Here we are starting another week in this strange new life. The aspect of this new living that has been so surprising to me is how quickly we have adapted. I now keep masks and masks or some kind of covering for the kids in my car on the rare occasion we drive through to …
