I can’t take my eyes off them. The red tulips on the table are stretching wide to let the morning sun in. They are teaching me about worship and vulnerability and how closely those…
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It has been a day of emotional upheaval. I feel undone – “unsewn” in my soul. It rained the better part of the day and I wept alongside it. No one can really tell…
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The tulips on my table once vibrant and full of life are now hanging their crimson heads low. I watch them as the sun streams through their petals and something in me stirs. They are…
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Follow my blog with Bloglovin Its been kind of quiet on my blog lately, I know. When I declared 2015 as the year of yes for myself, I had no idea what I was…
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I am drawn to them, the remnant of last year’s hydrangeas now softly suspended in the front garden. “I see you” I say to them. I see their truest form, their inmost makings now…
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Just last week this hill was covered in snow. And yet, here they come. When I discovered them today in the lower pasture, the same pasture that I photographed boys on snow tubes last…
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It happened in a flash. My coffee cup tumbled over spilling hot coffee onto my books, my computer and the floor. I jumped up quickly to rescue my laptop grabbing kitchen towels to dry…
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How I love you, winter tree. Your elegant limbs, now uncovered and exposed, stretch and curl into the sky with effortless grace. I can fully see you now. The cheerful clapping of summer is…