A Quiet Monday


It’s a strange time of year. Snow melt flows down city streets and we watch as the hills across the valley turn from white to brown and crusty ice-snow in our backyard disappears, making it less treacherous for both man and dog. Yet, this morning I’m listening to wind rage and the windchill is sufficient to ensure I’ll remain tucked safe and warm indoors today.

It’s a holiday—Family Day—which means little to us retirees save for the fact that Makiya is home from school. Today, I plan to stay offline more than I have for the past few days and focus, instead, on quiet pursuits at home. It’s all just a bit too much right now. I need a down day.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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