God’s splendor is a tale that is told.
Yep. That’s my word for 2020. OBEY. Possibly the least uplifting word anyone’s ever had as their theme for the year. I mean, seriously. I’ve been doing this for years and had words like RISE and BRAVE and WONDER. Major transformational aspirations. So when this one came to me, I refused to accept it for …
There are condos going up all over Hamilton right now. Which is great for Progress™ but I don’t know why you’d want to live in one. They’re expensive, tiny, and made out of the cheapest material by the lowest bidder. I know they’ll be someone’s house one day, but you know what else is a …
“Wonder” was my theme word of the year for 2019. But I had no idea exactly what I was getting myself into when I chose it.
What do you notice when you stop running and pause to sense the closeness of God? Today is my child-free day, but it’s the opposite of relaxing. I’m writing, planning, scheduling, formatting, errand-ing, meeting. I’m an Enneagram Type 1 anyway, and adding the OMGHURRYUP of making the most of my “day off” means I’m a …
Of more delays, a mental break (and repair), and arting outside the box.
I’ve always dreaded fall because it leads inevitably to winter, when my creativity hibernated under my depression. But this year, it’s different. This year, I’m free.
At long last, the story of our 10-year vow renewal. A resurrection story told in vows, photos, scripture, and song.
Waiting on immigration (still), the Long Walk, werewolf toddler, body squish, and the lightning round.
I turned off the background noise of other people’s thoughts for a week because it was making me nuts, and hoo-boy did it make a difference.
What used to be my lifeline to sanity is now a coping mechanism that silences not just my inner voice, but the voice of the muse and of God, too. And that’s got to stop.
Delays, immigration, getting swole, the next novel, and 10kg of flour.
In the first half of this story, I learned what home means. Now, I have to learn what it means to be left behind.