You know those days where you have a goal to buy yourself a new pair of sandals for the summer (the soles of last year’s flap and talk to you when you walk), but somehow you find yourself staring at your reflection in the GAP change room wearing the blue and white striped jumpsuit that… Continue reading Dressing room moments that wake you up a little bit
Photo by Isaac Davis on Unsplash I wake one morning this week and drag my feet to the kitchen where the coffee is waiting to be poured. I plop down into the chair in the living room and open the Henri Nouwen book I’ve been rereading, Life of the Beloved. My husband looks up from… Continue reading A prayer for today
Things have been a little crazy around here lately. My boys are busy growing and with that comes a seemingly endless cycle of tantrums, outbursts of crying, yelling, fighting. There are many days I want to run away and hide from it all. There are many times I feel angry at this lot I’ve been… Continue reading Is God in this mess?
I stand in my kitchen preparing a berry crumble for that night’s dessert. I’ve settled the boys in their beds for nap time. Outside a painter is working on the front of our house. With a small paint brush he makes strokes up and down on the brown cedar shingles, turning them a lovely shade… Continue reading Inside the Painter’s house
We ground down into our palms, raise our knees off of our mats and lift our hips toward the ceiling. Legs straightening. The first time, actually almost every time, I come into a downward facing dog I feel stiff. My body longs for softness so I bend my knees a little, paddle out my feet… Continue reading Lessons from Yoga 01: To Be Still
Sunset She dances across the horizon Everything she touches turns to beauty She weaves her story in threads of pink, orange, And flaming red The sky, her lover, becomes wrapped in her Melts into her But then How quickly and silently she slips away And I am left to wonder Was it all just a… Continue reading Sunsets, Oceans and Change
Photo by Alina Chupakhina on Unsplash I’m picking blackberries on my grandmother’s property by the sea. The kids have abandoned their buckets to go play on the beach. I decide to stay and gather more for a little while longer. I walk down the hill looking for the ripe ones. They hang in beautiful clumps… Continue reading On fruit and thorns