I’m working at home this morning. I’ve got some things to do for the upcoming Stories from the Heart conference, some personal paperwork to tend to, research to do, phone calls to make, and of course I’ll be working on my book.

It’s quiet up here in my office, where the click click of the keys on my keyboard is the only sounds I’m aware of. I just returned from downstairs with a fresh cup of coffee; down there it’s not nearly as quiet as it is in my writing sanctuary.

Downstairs the washing machine bumps and grinds through it’s cycle (we will never buy that brand of machine again), and the dishwasher hums quietly doing it’s own work. From outside I heard the sound of the garbage truck approaching and when I glanced outside I saw all the green bins lined up on the street like silent soldiers standing at attention.

As I thought about how much was happening while I sat upstairs oblivious to the all of the activity, I realized how blessed I am to be living in this particular place at this particular time. A hundred years ago, my grandmother would have done her laundry and dishes much differently than the way that mine is done today and her trash would not have been disposed of quite so easily. A morning spent only on activities dear to her heart would likely have been impossible.

Certainly circumstances are not perfect in the way that we live our lives in 2010, in fact I dream about a simple farm life where I can grow a garden, have a few chickens, and hang my laundry outside in the sunshine. For today though, I’m thankful for the conveniences that allow me time to follow my passion.


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.
  1. I've thought about similar things recently, too, about how authors from years past had to work in candlelight, with feather pens and inkwells. I'd have lasted a page or two.

  2. I know exactly what you mean. I often find myself thinking life might have been better in a different era, but then I start thinking about all the little conveniences that I take forgranted and I am thankful for them. Still plan to live more simply though! Have a great weekend!

  3. Yes, you have to wonder how they did it all…and yet, our lives seem so busy at times. We're so–available these days. Sounds like your book is really humming along. I can't wait to read it one day!

  4. I guess multitasking isn't necessarily a bad thing. I work from home and there are advantages to being able to do laundry and dishes while I'm working.

    I have a guest writer on journaling on my blog today. Just thought some of your readers might be interested. There's a book giveaway as well.

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