When I need to remember there is beauty here…

When I need to remember there is beauty here…

Photo by Darryl Millette Beauty surprised me last week when I walked out to the car with a small hand in mine last week: “Mommy, the road is sparkling!” Charlize’s awe caught in my throat. Sunlight and snow make the most glorious glitter with no purchase or clean up...
Resistance as choosing death, not life

Resistance as choosing death, not life

Photo Credit: Darryl Millette Resistance is an old friend of mine. She knows the arc of my back going up and places a comforting hand on my shoulder to let me know I am not alone. But three times in the same week, I heard familiar words from Deuteronomy: “See, I have...
The gentle effort it takes to let myself be carried

The gentle effort it takes to let myself be carried

After we are small children, it is rare that we are carried.  Perhaps for a joke or dare, a photo op at a threshold, or in the case of injury, or in certain situations in old age?  My baby is big enough now I rarely carry his full weight unless he is asleep.  He lifts...
The time has arrived and I’m not ready yet

The time has arrived and I’m not ready yet

Photo Credit: Sandy Normand I’m not ready.  The fall is coming hurdling towards me with all the speed of Usain Bolt and I would really rather not, thanks.  It happened late last week.  I woke up and went outside with the puppy and the air had changed overnight.  From...