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I write about ordinary days wrapped in a faith that keeps me afloat in a world where storms show up without warning.
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Unorthodox Easter
Early this year, I wrote an intention in my notebook: set aside time and space each quarter for retreat. My desire sprang from three days in which my husband was away, and that I spent in silence and solitude at home reading the mystics, praying, getting grounded, and just being. Having no clear picture of…
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A Tender-Minded Person’s Survival Guide
Two mornings ago, the power surged when I was in the bathroom performing my morning routine, disrupting the on-off light schedule on the hydroponic garden on my kitchen countertop. Molly and I use that light to inform our rising every morning. She usually wakes first when the light goes on at 4:30 a.m., then lets…
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Life is difficult.
It is 22 degrees Celsius in our backyard (that’s 72 degree Fahrenheit for my friends in the United States), the warmest day so far this year. The gardening bug nipped me when I discovered that the soil in the raised gardens is workable, and I set to work drafting a plan for the nine beds.…
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Aroused in Saskatchewan
Arousal. That’s the term used to describe waking up from a period of hibernation. Here in Saskatchewan, we’re all experiencing arousal after a long, harsh winter spent hunkering down. Gerry, Molly, and I are just back from a short walk in the Wakamow Valley where it’s wet and muddy and the last of the ice…
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Women Waiting
I’m in a small waiting room at the hospital, waiting to have a couple of procedures. Soft and gentle spa-like music plays in the background. I breathe deep and invite the Divine into this space, then smile, realizing the little room is already a holy place, and the invitation is for me to be still…
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A New Season
Here in Saskatchewan, we talk about the weather a lot and for good reason. It’s ridiculous. We’re under (yet another) advisory—this one for freezing drizzle. Old Man Winter isn’t letting go without a fight. Never, in my 66 years, has there been no spring though. Whether I lived in Saskatchewan, British Columbia, or Washington State,…
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What Shimmered This Week
Now and then, I like to look back at the week and call to mind some of the gifts it offered. What shimmered, so to speak. I heard that phrase recently and liked it. Here is a short list of a few things that shimmered for me this week. Snowmelt. It’s not happening fast enough…
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My Mother’s Mothers
Lately, I’ve been thinking about trees, specifically my maternal family tree. I come from my two times great grandmother, Maria. Maria was born in the Netherlands in the mid-1850s into a Dutch Anabaptist family. Mennonites were tolerated, but faced restrictions in the Netherlands due to their pacifist beliefs and refusal to serve in the military…
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Five Years Later
Journal entry. Wednesday, March 11, 2020It’s easier to allow my attention to get caught up in a whirlwind of anxiety about things over which I have little or no control than it is to love well. I wish it wasn’t so, but it is. The news cycle is tough right now. We’ve never been on…
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Sunday Afternoon Check-In
Popping in to say “hello” and share some good things from the past week as it seems I’ve formed a habit of writing something here on Sunday afternoons (At least, I’ve done so for the two Sundays before this one. Does that count as a habit?) Sunshine and trickling snowmelt rivulets as winter gives way…
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What’s Saving Your Life Right Now?
Apart from limiting exposure to, or abstaining from altogether, the news and social media, what are you doing to support your mental health these days? There’s prayer and focusing on those things which are unseen but are just as real and far more reliable than what we experience with our senses, and I’m not discounting…
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Make Something
I started to write in this space yesterday morning. Once. Twice. Three times, a slip of my finger caused me to accidentally delete what I had just written. I should have taken that as a sign, but I’m slow to understand things sometimes. So, I persevered in frustration, until I felt tension in my body…
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