On Friday, August 17 th, 2012
Two weeks left. Two weeks of sweet corn and swimming suits and bare toes and zinnia bouquets and light like this in their hair and all the days are adding up to make years And before the sun even comes up, the clock ticking so loud in my ears, there’s this rolling over toward the Farmer, this desperate murmur, Only two more weeks left of summer —- what...
On Thursday, June 07 th, 2012
My Gran, she’s taking slow walks outside the hospital now. Her heart’s growing stronger, beating certain. I wash down the cupboards in the kitchen. I pray for Gran’s heart attack recovery, for each step she keeps taking, ninety-one and frail-boned and Irish-determined. Life’s a risk and maybe she’s stronger than I am, accepting each heart beat, ea...
On Monday, January 30 th, 2012
When the rope pulls tight, Levi holds on — and it looks like happy wonder might right split him. The kid, he’s all snow-caked — all celebration. He’s making me grin: Life could be like that — the falling down part of the celebrating of the fully living. He’s making me the child — the laughter falling like snow, and his cheeks all...
On Tuesday, December 20 th, 2011
It’s after midnight. And he’s driving down the middle of an empty country road when he just flicks the headlights right off and the black isn’t black after all. “Look at it!” I whisper it out the passenger window. The bowl of milky moon’s spilling over snow sleeping fields. “You could drive the whole way home without the lights on.R...
On Friday, December 09 th, 2011
All that we see around us all the time — this is what we risk never really seeing at all. I think it was Monday that she brought the the last of this melting snow right into the kitchen. Right into the kitchen, in this packed ball with a few blades of grass that cut open the blind eyes. “It’s melting right in my hand.” She’s grinning....
On Thursday, July 21 st, 2011
So they read about it in a book, the way it begins most times around here. They ask me to take them to the country hardware store more than a few times. They come out with smiles and supplies and free lollipops and I come home full of the dreams of these days. There is duct tape and epoxy, funnels and tubing. Multiple attempts and tweaking. Then a parachute made with plastic, r...
On Tuesday, April 05 th, 2011
Even from right there at the kitchen window, it’s like you can see it. :: How He’s doing it again, just like a promise, His, Doing it again, a promise kept, and I never have to worry, and it’s almost a witnessing over pots and suds, How His hand turns the whole world, everything turning and coming, sweet sap coming straight down, wintry mist com...
On Thursday, March 17 th, 2011
Just quiet days here of being and loving and giving and making and walking …. walking slow enough to know the deep joy of really seeking and seeing. :: :: Worship is a way of seeing the world in the light of God. ~Abraham Joshua Heschel :: :: :: You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you … ~ Psalm 63:1 :: :: :: ::
On Friday, February 04 th, 2011
Note to Self — What to Keep Working on Here: 4 Cornerstones of Simple Homeschooling: 1. A Continuum of Constant Learning…. Live your life. Invite children to join in! Education is a continuum of everyday life. Read together. Pray together. Sing together. Work, bake, garden, chore, clean, sew, fix, build together. No artificial demarcation lines betw...
On Tuesday, August 31 st, 2010
Every day’s made a great day when we seize whatever the moment brings. When we cling to Grace and just laugh when things get tospy turvsy, when we find someone to share the ride and the adventure and the prayers, when the beauty of our journey is our destination. These are the moments made into days that ignite with His Glory. …the whole earth is full of his ...
On Monday, August 30 th, 2010
No, I hadn’t ever heard that song before, never in church and we haven’t had a radio in more than a decade, but I sang it anyways, the words coming from deep down in that part of you that has no words, only pure feelings. I sang that song with the rest of the congregation, right after the last boy got out of the baptismal tank. He stood there at the front of the c...
On Saturday, August 07 th, 2010
On one sweet pea leaf in the garden at twilight, hanging by a tendril or two, a moment curved itself into a glassy mirror and reflected the shimmer of us. I almost missed it. May your wanderings this weekend simply pause… to catch a reflection of the brief wonder of now. …. that brings clarity. All’s grace, Photos: lingering raindrops stilled on the sweet ...