Welcome, September. I’m expecting good and gentle things from you. Over the course of a long and solitary drive yesterday, I came to understand I hunger for something big in this season. I saw that I’m coming dangerously close to empty in some areas and I need to practice soul care. Today is Labour Day,
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s BACK and write for five minutes about it. It’s the last full day of Camp G and G. It’s been a fun-filled couple of weeks with bowling, theatre intensive, scavenger hunts, star gazing, ice cream,
There’s no mistaking the changing season after dark. Still smitten by the wonder of the night sky, we take our barefoot selves out into the yard to see what we can see with a Gerry’s telescope. One by one we go back into the house and return wearing hoodies. Makiya and I remain shoeless, but
We enjoy barbecued burgers, a couple games of Trouble, and a hot tub. It’s still not dark enough for the surprise Gerry and Makiya have cooked up, so we watch a couple episodes of an old 80’s show on Amazon Prime and eat ice cream while we wait. The appointed time arrives. I’m instructed to keep
I know, it’s still summer. But I feel the whisper of changing seasons in the air and I don’t know that I’ve ever been as ready for autumn as I am this year. Half the garden is already lying fallow. I chose not to plant a fall crop of anything and I’ve started pruning the tomato
I’m road tripping today. And listening to podcasts, sipping good coffee, thinking deep and wide thoughts, finding writing inspiration, enjoying divine conversation, and probably pulling over to the side of the road a few times to make notes. And at the end of it all I get hugs from my loves. Practically perfect in every
Unexpected changes of events, delays, and spending time in town (worst of all at a big box store where the cacophony and confusion threaten to be my undoing), and feeling like we’re robbing ourselves of the gift of enjoying the fleeting days of summer. These things, one after the other, and I get testy. Seeking