Monday, February 11, 2019 – Restless

Winter all but passes us by. It’s relatively cold just now, but there has been minimal snow all winter. I look at the weather, and photos friends share from places near and far, and it’s as if we are in a bubble. Strange.

In the in-between I’m prone to restlessness and melancholy. I wish for a good blast of winter to shake things up, and then an early thaw. I look at photographs taken at this time in years prior and see that both scenarios are possible.

I wrestle with staying present. I dream of gardening while I wish for fluffy snow to fall.

Meanwhile, there is this one precious day to make the most of.


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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