Thus says YHVH "Stand in the old ways, the ancient paths and see and ask where the good way is and walk in it; and you shall find rest for your souls."-Jeremiah 6:16

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Today is No Time for Yesterday...

The late winter sun bathes your face and casts rainbows in your hair. The dimples on your little hands wink at me as you go from interest to interest gobbling up textures and experiences. Everything is so new to you. I have never really been one to look back. Living in gratitude and wonder leaves little time for nostalgia. I am glad. I have had my childhood. My days of sun on youthful limbs and wild hair and eager adventures. I am still young, but I am old enough to enjoy watching you as you explore. Old enough to know what to help you avoid. Old enough to wait and not run, to give and not take, to smile with every sigh. I am not a child at play anymore. Today I am a mother.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Dregs

I am getting over the flu. It is quite shocking how bad a body can feel. Humbling to know that a something so small I can't even see it can make me so violently ill. Grateful for days of health and for that slice of chocolate mousse cake in the fridge just waiting for me to get well.

Monday, February 7, 2011

In the Middle of Winter


It has been a long and unusually harsh winter for North Carolina. February is usually the hardest around these parts, but we've already seen two good snows and it makes me wonder, here in the middle of the season, what the rest of it will hold. I have to say, I think I was made for winter. Bare branches, grey skies, brisk air, inky blue star-lit nights, whistling tea kettles, layers of clothing...these things make me feel like myself. I feel like I belong when the air is cold and clean and the world is a little more still. That said, I will appreciate spring when she comes. Like I said this has been a hard winter (by our standards. Please don't shake you head at me if you've spent your whole life in the upper mid-west!) and so when the soft bits of spring start pushing up from the sleepy earth, it will be good and I will be glad. 'Til then, I'll be staying warm and browsing this site: http://www.heirloomseeds.com/history.htm for my seed wish list. I have a dream to start a garden very soon...

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sunday Morning




Safety through the night. First waking breath. Bright eyes crinkled into a smile beneath soft baby curls. Sunlight spilling through the woods behind the house. The voice of my husband secure, familiar. A spoonful of sugar and clouds of cream in my coffee. A hand-written card. Psalms 23 rendered by Morgan Heritage and Buju Banton a sweet solace of praise. "My cup, it overflows." Shiloh: his gifts. And I am thankful.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Well, hello~


Hello to you! This is my first blog post and it has been a long time coming and a long time doing! My days are, already, quite full. Keeping up with my precious baby boy and keeping in touch with my beloved husband whilst trying to maintain our humble home is certainly more than a notion! So, why add blogging to the mix? Well, my life is as common as a pebble; and the wonder in the ordinary we often overlook. I want to slow down and be more aware of the ebb and flow of my life, to appreciate it and communicate that appreciation, here, with words and images. Symbols and representations have a sort of power. They can fan a spark into flame or soothe an ache. They can make a space for healing or point you in the right direction to have an adventure. That's it, I mean isn't this all an adventure? From one brilliantly epic breath to the next? Yes, why yes indeed! So that's what I am aiming to do, share my adventure with you and mayhap a bit of healing balm as well...Oh thank you, thank you for coming along!