This quarantine life has become a surging, ever-challenging, sometimes changing long-term reality for us all.

Everyone handles this differently and what I hope emerges is more compassion, less fear. More grace, less hatred (oh the events of this time could fill volumes). More contact, less distance. More love, less judgement.

I’ve never done the “word of the year” practice. 

With the word of the year, I respect it and have always thought it was a nice idea. I completely understand why it is done. Not only is it motivating, it provides one a grounding to see the whole picture in times of plenty and want, in times of quiet and times of turmoil…

I wasn’t even sure until this morning that I was going to give it a try.

I will just come right out and say it: I’m not the size I once was.

But here’s what I’ve decided (and what I think we should tell ourselves, as women):
Dress yourself in a way that makes you feel great. Regardless if you’ve gone up or down a size.

Good Morning.     You.     Who may be waking to a multitude of facts and emotions that may feel anything but good. You, who may be in a hospital, waiting to hold your new, strong, handsome son – letting the sway and swirl from pride, fear, trust, worry, immeasurable love take it’s heights …

When I want to be beautiful

I want to seek beauty. To be surrounded by it. To absorb the gentleness of grace.  For grace is beautiful.        And so often, when my focus can steer off course, I find that I  –   I want to be beautiful. But if grace is beauty, mercy is then lovely. And compassion…selflessness…these …

Coppered moon, bulging over horizon – hoisting itself into sky, beginning its glow.     My mouth awed at the sight of it tonight.               I am thankful for moments such as that.                              When I’m …

Words Worth Wearing

I sit in my corner. Sigh-filled and thankful. Yet weary and a little weaker for the wear this morning.      I know my weakness opens the door for two frequent visitors. It’s up to me to choose who is welcome. I have this reading list of blogs on my home page (sound familiar fellow …

With Newborn Eyes

There’s a whisper to morning.                    A bade of hither, still, rest. A serenade assuring things do not have to focus just yet.     Awake slowly.     Savor the process of rouse. Allow every sense to be sight.      In this you may better …

Beauty For Ashes

       The beauty of a morning, an hour, a moment – where I wholly feel the presence of God…are the words to describe such an inexpressible emotion? I felt Jesus today. With such realness, closeness and tenderness, that I broke in hunger and appreciation. He has never left me, yet I do not …