Friday, February 10, 2017

“Sometimes its not the strength but gentleness that cracks the hardest shells.”

~ Richard Paul Evans, Lost December

Yesterday I wrote about the harshness of life; today I consider gentler things.

It is my inclination to turn inward when faced with angst and that is where I find myself lately. Solitude and silence have always been my defence and, in later years, my strongest offence too.

Yesterday, as the snow fell . . . and fell . . . I puttered around in my Woman Cave photographing some flowers I picked up the day before and listening to the soothing voice of Mary Chapin Carpenter. It was time well spent.

Last night I started reading The Space Between: A Memoir of Mother-Daughter Love at the End of Life. It’s a good read and is giving me lots to think about which is, after all, what any good book is supposed to do.

This morning I read an article by Dan Blank about social media anxiety that resonated with me.

Today, we’ll dig out and help a friend with something praiseworthy.

Life is difficult. It’s also pretty sweet sometimes. I continue to put my effort into intentionally focusing on pockets of sunshine morning by morning.


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. That pink flower is sweet and gentle. I needed a little softness today. Thank you for the the photo.

  2. We could all use a little more softness these days I think.

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