Coffee walks on mitten mornings.

Frozen sherbet skies awaiting the thaw. Silhouettes of aged trees line the horizon like soldiers. Guarding the precious artwork of our Creator. Vapors part, pulling back the curtains of morning. Another day waking. In the weeks ahead, clouds will melt into rain. Greening the earth yet again. … In my Thursday bliss, I have made... Continue Reading →

Less than zero ~ climbing up out of the muck.

Visual harmony. I drink it in on my early morning walks. The pleasing balance in nature. Against the canvas of sunrise, trees tower above. Barren branches effortlessly outstretched into the expanse of sky. Reaching out for spring. Subtly they sway in the blustery winds of almost-March. Roots below hold steadfast and strong. Patiently awaiting the thawing... Continue Reading →

Falling. And finding your place to land.

One of my daughter's Montessori teachers once shared a bit of wisdom: "There is no bad weather...only poor clothing choices." LOL. Bearing that in mind, I peered out the window at the cold autumn rain, put on my walking shoes and grabbed my umbrella. Accompanied by my knitted woolens, I ventured off to the park... Continue Reading →

Love, Loss & Hope ~ a honeybee story.

I was headed home on that back road & there I saw it. A "honey" for sale sign. It's that time of year again. When summer crosses into fall. When the air is cooler in the mornings and the goldenrod is in full bloom. Spilling ochre to cover the fields. Asters smile. Their amethyst petals... Continue Reading →

What if we’ve been subscribing to the wrong ‘resolution’ all along?

It had been several months since we'd gotten together. Life had been hectic for both of us, but we finally set a date for coffee. A dear, long-time friend. It was a chilly January day, and a wrapping my hands around a warm cup of cocoa sounded really nice. Add some inviting, it's-so-good-to-see-you-again, conversation and... Continue Reading →

Blessings of a broken heart.

I remember him telling me to one day write this love story. The one that started along the river's edge. And I told him that I couldn't write it until God finished it. … I find freedom in writing. In the spilling of thoughts and emotions out onto a page.  Getting things outside of me. It's a... Continue Reading →

D.I.Y.

It all started with "This Old House" on PBS back in the '80s. Then it was YouTube.  You could find anything, there. Now, there's even a DIY network. And the dreamer's favorite "do-it-yourself" destination... Pinterest. The notion that we can take on these tasks that we watch the pros do with ease. Just grab a few tools, a... Continue Reading →

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