Years of teaching leaves me with traditions that promote the creativity in the young ones. It's Saint Patrick's Day Eve. There are traps to make. Catching a Leprechaun takes over all their senses. There is pure delight. I have relished every year of watching the traps being built. Such ingenuity. Some more glamorous than others. Those silly creatures turn over the chairs and tear the room apart. And always leave a Pot O' Gold. The milk turns green. Last year the resident redhead discovered even the toilet ... View Post
In The Fields I Choose To Remember
The peaceful and quiet, I seek. Stilling the rush of the urgent. Finding the space in the hush. Echoes of memories threaten the peace. I reach deeper for the still. Psalm 121:1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from?My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. In the fields I choose to remember. The memories run free. The pain unleashed among the grasses green. My soul filled with ache, knows no boundaries. The sky meets the earth The presence ... View Post
Falling In Love With My Farmer
About 23 years ago I fell in love with my farmer. His banjo playing, quiet ways, love for God and deep voice, was enough to make this city girl take a look at all she had thought would make her soul sing.The glitz and glam, nice cars, dinners out, fancy diamond studded jewelry (just kidding -but my birthstone is a diamond -lucky me) soon faded to what was real and what really mattered in this world. A look deep into God's word and the Truth that rests there is what makes a girl really want to take notice. Wedding bells gave way to the rhythm of farming and teaching. The loss ... View Post
1 Bag, 2 bag, 3 bag, 4
A bag a day. Go me. I start out strong. 3 full size garbage bags. Off to Goodwill and a few second hand stores. Maybe I can earn a little something. I got this; It's easy peasy. Day 4. I move to a smaller bag. I still got this. I clean out drawers. I decide a bag of trash counts. I still have this. I move to a grocery bag size. But I still got this. I am in it for the long haul. I may have started out with gusto, but I am at my pace now. Even a grocery size bag is something. But something ... View Post
Dig Down Deep To Hope; Rise Up In Rest
I long to not cry in church. I yearn to be strong. Yet week after week I feel my resolve give way. We sing words. Ancient words. Words of Truth and Hope; Promise and life. While my spirit groans and aches. I sometimes close my eyes and tell myself, if I turn around he'll be there in the balcony. That red haired,crooked grin boy. Or if I try hard enough I will hear the beat of the drum. The Rhythm of the soul. Steady. Sometimes this world is just plain hard. It's not devoid of happiness and joy; it's just hard. This season of finding time to be ... View Post
De-Cluttering More Than Just My Home
I breathe in deep. I think I have found a way to try and be quiet. My house is a mess. Well, cluttered really. I have read every book and idea on de-cluttering (which now clutter my home); none of the strategies seem to work. It is just plain hard. My cousin sent me this link about a practice during Lent that she thought I might enjoy. The practice of giving up of a bag "of stuff" a day for 40 days. I thought this is something I could give up; gladly. But it's so stressful. I am going to follow up the chore with the quiet time; because this ... View Post
