Holding on. Letting go.
It is in the letting go that we are found. I’ve been thinking a lot lately of all of those things we hang on to.
It is in the letting go that we are found. I’ve been thinking a lot lately of all of those things we hang on to.
The neighbors were lined up at the house across the street this morning. A sign in the window said “Estate Sale 9-3”. It was 8:30.

Wednesday night I’d planned to be alone. Alone. An introvert at heart, I crave this solitude at times to recharge my batteries, to let my mind

The sun warmed our skin, the water lapped around our feet as we walked the shore of Lake Michigan. Late July and the water finally

I raise the garage door, thick with spiderwebs from the night’s arachnid frenzy, and let the sun enter the darkened space. My bike glints in
Wade in the water Wade in the water, children Wade in the water And God’s gonna trouble the water Years ago an astrologer looked at

There’s this song by the Decemberists called June Hymn celebrating the arrival of summer. The lyrics grabbed me the first time I heard it, weaving

Last night I dreamed of my father. I haven’t seen him in awhile–he died last year in March. He died as he lived–quietly and considerately,

It’s the last day of 2014 and I don’t know about you but I’m ready for a Brand New Year. This morning as I sat