I saw a meme on social media last night that summed it up: “What a year this week has been.” We’re all feeling it. I’m struggling to focus, maybe you are too. But we continue to move forward one step at a time and, as best as we can, keep our eyes, minds, and hearts focused
Technology makes it almost seamless. We go to bed on one schedule and wake to another. Overnight we’ve lost an hour and though we no longer have a multitude of clocks to change (aside from the ones in our vehicles and on kitchen appliances) our bodies know something screwy is afoot. And so Monday comes and
We go out for lunch at a favourite place where they serve an Indian food buffet. Three young people come in, while we’re feasting on things like butter chicken, vegetable korma, and naan bread, and sit at the table behind me. Unable to keep from overhearing their conversation about profs and grades and assignments, we
What if the thing I carry with me today is the delight I took in seeing slivers of moonlight reach through the blinds and come to rest on the grey vinyl plank floor in my den? Or the sound my pen makes as it glides across a page in my notebook? Or the comfort of
One week from today, in seven short days, we’ll wake on Christmas morning and the waiting will be over. Nope. We’ll continue to wait because that’s how we’re built. There remains on the distant horizon a treasure of something we anticipate touching one day. Waiting is part of life. We might as well get comfortable
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
Gerry returns from the sea with sufficient salmon to feed us for the coming year, and the sizzling heat of the past week gives way to a gentle rain. The silence of the past few days becomes the sound of living our ordinary days. I needed the solitude and silence and protected the boundaries I