A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. (The Journey of the Magi, T.S. Eliot) We woke this morning to a beautiful dusting of snow on the ground. The… Continue reading When the ways are deep
Our house is undergoing some much-needed renovations this Fall. The outside is receiving a paint job and the windows have been ripped out and replaced with new ones. Workers trek through the house with nail guns, Shop-Vacs, hammers, and planks of wood. Our front door remains open for most of the day, letting them come… Continue reading Renovations of the home and heart
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
Photo by Ashley Rich on Unsplash I’ve been dancing with butterflies. Chasing them. Watching them. Befriending them. She is everywhere I go. I sit on the back deck while my boys play in the yard and a butterfly flutters her way over us. I go for a walk and she weaves in and out of… Continue reading Dancing with butterflies
I take my boys downtown for a walk through the public gardens. My 4 year old is slowly trailing along behind the stroller. “Mommy!” I hear him yell, “Come look!” I turn around and let my gaze follow in the direction of his finger. “Those are just for you!” He says, pointing to a row… Continue reading A bundle of lupines
It’s a Thursday morning and I’m getting the boys ready for a trip to our city’s waterfront. My 4 year old wants to look at the boats, play on the playground, take a ride on the ferry. It’s June and sunny, but the air is cool. I zip zippers, snap buttons, velcro shoes. Toss the… Continue reading Band aids and a lesson in love