During the COVID shutdown, one of the daily practiced we implemented with our kids was a morning walk. We looked at signs that the season were changing. We tracked the morning light, but our favorite days were when we encountered a new creature. The pileated woodpecker would often interrupt our walks or the box turtle …
There’s a wideness in the world when we take a moment to stop and wonder. A grandeur that helps us realize all that weighs us down, really doesn’t matter in the wide, wide world. It’s easy to be consumed with all that is around us and forget that wideness. When you don’t know what to …
Last week, as I went to walk after school drop off, the park was covered in fog. The fog cover made everything look different. Although I had walked this same path many times before, I found myself looking down more often. I was watching my step because the fog was disorienting. It made me wonder …
Over the past six years, I have joined scores of people who have set a reading goal for the year. My goal has been fifty books for the last six years. The only years I have met that goal were years we were battling a pandemic. There is something about slowing down that reminds us …
Last year during Advent, I released my first book called Morning Light and what I discovered was when you send the light out, light returns to you. My favorite reminder of this was the candles I received. These candles have anchored this past year reminding me that when we open ourselves to finding the light, …
I know that the season is changing in South Carolina when the skies start to change. We head to school in the rising sun and the play outside until the sun begins to set. It may sound routine, but the colors in the October skies are anything but routine. They are stop-you-in-your-track kind of skies. …
The morning light streams through the window. The coffee is hot. The house is quiet. Another day has begun. The mornings used to be predictable. Packing lunches. Finding shoes. Loading into the car, to go go go hustle from here to there. Now, the mornings are slower. There’s no rush. There’s no hustle. The new …
