Traversing the landscape of loss.

It's a quiet morning on the lake. A light fog has settled in, stretching a thin layer of gauze across the horizon. The air is cool and misty laden. An intermittent drizzly haze. Geese glide. The world seems still ~ enveloped in silence. Even birds, softly sleeping late into the morning. Tightly tucked. Safe in their... Continue Reading →

Zinnia bouquets & lemonade afternoons.

Mary's zinnias. Vibrant bursts of color that bordered the garden. On these still chilly days of springtime it's nice close my eyes and remember... The warm summer winds rushing through the cornfields on the farm. A peaceful sound I'll never forget. I could sit there for hours. Still and silent in the midst of the... Continue Reading →

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 →

Miles and miles forever ~ Seeing His love through it all.

Sunshine greeted me this morning. A rare treat in these past weeks of winter's gray. I made my way toward the window with the southern exposure. Mmmmmm. The sun shone warm and inviting. Refracting light through the small, clear glass vase on the sill. The vase that gently cupped a once dormant bulb. A hyacinth-to-be.... Continue Reading →

Gingersnaps and cinnamon toast ~ Finding His grace in the everyday.

Winter has arrived quietly. Silent snowflakes fall to blanket the earth. Cascading crystals cart-wheel down from the heavens. Wisps of my breath turn to vapor ~ now curly white, hanging frozen in the air. Mittens warm. Heart light. I follow the path of snow-covered leaves as it winds slowly through the forest. The sound of... Continue Reading →

Finding your way in the darkness ~ stories of light & hope.

Today is the winter solstice. The shortest day of the year. We will spend more hours beneath the cloak of night than in the brilliance of day. Of course, the calendar tells of this. But if we are observant of our surroundings - the weeks past and the changing patterns of light - we know... Continue Reading →

Breathtaking beauty in the ashes of a burning past.

Night falls earlier now. The days are getting shorter. And I've seen juncos in the yard. At our house, we fondly refer to them as 'snow birds'. Because every time they show up, snow is soon to follow : ) Another cold front is making its way in this evening. Emma is busy wrapping up... 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 →

You’re Invited…

A beautiful summer afternoon. I'm watering the flowers by the lamp-post and I realize that the little red flag on my mailbox is down. The postman has already stopped for the day, exchanging my letters for magazines and mailings. Hidden among the parcels and newspaper I notice a crisp, white envelope. A pretty stamp. My... Continue Reading →

A beckoning of growth…

It's been a late spring, here. We had a great deal of rain at the front end of the season. Now, summer's sultry days are slowly creeping in. Just last evening, another rain storm.  It has left the morning sky clear and the air heavy.  The garden is flourishing! I can't remember the last time... Continue Reading →

Walking with the pain of the past.

They say there's a storm rolling in. The evening air is damp and filled with sounds of songbirds and shifting breezes. I sit and wait. I so enjoy watching the front as it makes its way across the lake. Wind rises. Water patterns change. Until then I will linger here and breathe it all in.... Continue Reading →

Living a small life may be the biggest thing we ever do.

It was a bit past eight in the evening and I was poised near the window. Crouched down, peering past the sill. On these early spring nights, I look out at the horizon and across the water. Watching for wing-beats shadowy over the surface. And then, like clockwork they arrive. 8:23 p.m. The pair of... Continue Reading →

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