Marriage
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moreConversation: How Can I be a better Wife?
On Tuesday, June 30 th, 2009I ask him at the end of the trail, the end of the weekend, the end of fifteen years. I ask him before we set out again. We sit under the oaks, green banners flying in the wind. There had been a pause in our passing of words back and forth and it was what I was really wondering, so I’d stepped out into the...
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morePermanence
On Thursday, June 25 th, 2009How could we have known 15 years ago today how He would enlarge our love circle? We bought the table with gifts from my mama, your parents, my dad. The circling chairs’ paint crack with time’s lines. Little Shalom, Peace Child, has nearly outgown spindled high chair. And you, oh you, my Farmer Husband, brought the crock there full of peonies f...
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moreThink How They Made the Walls Sing!
On Friday, June 05 th, 2009Love birds, finches, sing at the feeder this still June morning of pure light and clear air and I’m thinking of old love. Old, long love that makes you smile and laugh and want to hold another heart close. (consider clicking off music in sidebar)(The couple playfully playing have been married 62 years, and the Mister turned 90 earlier this year.) Don’t you think i...
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moreMeeting Words…
On Wednesday, April 22 nd, 2009From rocks and big sky, I take wing for homecross curve of sphere, cross continent, steel bird delayed here, then missed there,catching one last one out by the tail, and after the landing, winding those long roadshome through the dark, always counting miles, counting hours, till nearly three,and when I fina...
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moreJust
On Monday, March 16 th, 2009He watches the weather, blue sky, blue screen. He’s waiting for mercury to plunge low, solidifying earth’s crust; waiting for the water pores in each soil particle to glaciate. He needs the fields to freeze like concrete. It comes on Wednesday while we sleep. He’s fed sows in the dark and he’s in from the barn, pulling an extra pair of wool socks on just as red rays g...
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moreSoaking Up More Than Spilled Milk…
On Friday, February 20 th, 2009They’ve captured me on film wearing it, it like a toga slung over one shoulder, like a mantle flung over and hanging, and sometimes I wave hands, waving off clicking shutter because I’m wearing this thing, even while out for a stroll, and sometimes, frankly, I entirely forget that it’s there, it flowing from me. And yet there are ways, after all these years, it’s on...
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Love Dare
On Thursday, February 12 th, 2009To love anyone is to hope in him always. From the moment at which we… limit our confidence in him, from the moment at which we pigeon-hole him, and so reduce him to that, so we cease to love him, and he ceases to be able to become better. We must dare to love in a world that does not know how to love.” ~ from Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking...
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moreBecome the Story
On Thursday, October 09 th, 2008We feed on stories. Like children, hungry, malnourished, we starve for words. But I wasn’t thinking any of that on Saturday, kneeled in a kitchen with a Grandma wrapping rosebud stems for a corsage and a bride fixing her veil while flowergirls swirl in sunlight. They, these old family friends, had asked if I might come to shoot some candids. Just while the ...
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moreWhat is a Family?
On Tuesday, September 16 th, 2008“A family is a mobile. A mobile is a moving changing collection of objects constantly in motion, (and oh, is this family that! a blur of crazy motion!) yet within the framework of a form. (is the “framework of a form” our daily ceremonies?) A family is an art form.” ~Edith Schaeffer (brackets mine) “People need to ex...
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moreLong Fire …
On Monday, September 08 th, 2008Like a teenager, September can’t make up her mind. Her moody clouds, bursts of rain, can only be patiently endured. Then, she turns. And the boys, two cousins, pause in their Sunday afternoon game of glorified croquet and sit with me a moment too on park bench, in a patch of unexpected warm. “What grade you in now, Caleb?” Andy’s eyes are closed, his face turned up, bas...
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moreSupport System
On Monday, May 05 th, 2008Turbulence shakes his balance, and his hand flashes for steadying, something sure, like a seatback, but my shoulder, curved and strong too, will do. Never turning or noticing the feel of bone, he presses hard, and I know purpose, a body made like a staff. Lord, who today would You have me undergird, uphold? (Photo: collecting luggage, cluster of thoughts, ...
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moreBest Beauty Tip Proven …
On Wednesday, March 26 th, 2008To the dentist today… and thinking more on the Best Beauty Tip… Smile: Happier Marriage “Another study, by Dacher Keltner, correlated the smiles that female graduates displayed in two yearbooks with later life satisfaction. It was found that the bigger the smile, the more satisfying later marriage and the greater their well-being.” &...
