Last week, I went to the church for my weekly check of the building. On my list was organizing the non-perishable food donations that were collected through porch drops in order to pack bags for our neighbors in need. Also on my list was checking messages, checking the mail, and something I had been avoiding …
Today, it’s the leaves waving to me, soaking up warmth, giving in to the rain storing the droplets for refreshment. creating food and nutrients releasing oxygen into the air inviting us all to breathe. Soon the leaves will remind us that the seasons change and the way we must fall in order to …
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 quiet, calming me. The absence of window AC units, the stillness of morning snuggles. The newness of – not getting ready not getting going not heading to work or school or summer camp. Today it’s the quiet calming me inviting me to reimagine what is essential.
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 …
I found this on Instagram posted by a teacher friend and immediately felt a wave of relief wash over me. I quickly posted it to my stories and followed @miles_of_pe who shared it. (If you know who created it originally, I’d love to give credit!) After I posted it, I received so many comments and …
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 …
As we were doing our weekly grocery pick up, our four-year-old asked which walk we were going on. I reminded him that we were going to get the groceries and he insisted, “But which walk way are we going?” He was trying to orient himself and determine where he was in relation to our house …
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.
