Friday, June 1, 2018

It has always taken me a long time to think of something to say, and then more often than not I say it to myself.

 Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow

Hitting the reset button this morning on a new month with exciting things on the horizon.

For now, shaking out the cobwebs, taking a page from Berry’s book, and letting my words here be few.

Meanwhile, lilacs.


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 sniffed lilacs in Pennsylvania. Its fragrance contrasted with the occasion of my brother’s sudden homegoing.

    1. Ah, Marian. It’s been such a time for you. I hope the sweet scent of lilacs provided the briefest of respite amidst it all.

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