Empty Spaces

Empty - It describes something, it's an action, and it's a thing. Boy, is it a thing. I have a lot of Empty's in my life. We all do. Intended or not, the majority of humanity has at least one Empty. Or, is afraid of one. It seems that a lot of fear is wrapped … Continue reading Empty Spaces


Pain and Community: How We Validate Each Other

Today was my smallest girl's yearly check-up. Big four as she told her doctor. She's doing fine. Growing well. Everything she's capable of is appropriate for her age, including her sudden dislike of green food variety. But, then we hear the news:She'll need these shots today. . . I wasn't surprised. I figured this was coming. … Continue reading Pain and Community: How We Validate Each Other

You Are More Than Hat Day

This is the Mother Board: This is where everything of importance is written down - school events, doctor's appointments, meetings with friends. If you want to know what we are doing, look at this board. It's difficult for me to function without it. If it's going to happen, it has to be written down. Here. … Continue reading You Are More Than Hat Day

Sitting with Mystery

“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed” ― Thomas Moore How easy is it to be vulnerable? To be in process? How do friends handle it? Family? I know that culture as a whole does not venerate it. It's American to be tough, to be strong, to be self-assured, and impenetrable. … Continue reading Sitting with Mystery

Quote: On Daily Living

To live content with small means; To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart;  To bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, … Continue reading Quote: On Daily Living

Keep Growing

The sunflowers are growing. Everyday, they're a little taller. Their heads turn a little more. I love it that even though they bloom-less, they still follow the sun, drinking in everything that it has to give them. When I walk by, I touch them, sliding my hands up their fragile stalks. I whisper. . . … Continue reading Keep Growing