Grrr. GGggHhhMmm. The low rumbling sounds are unmistakable, a tantrum is about to erupt. A full blown toddler tantrum of tears and stamped feet, a whirling dervish sweeping through the house. I have to stop it at all cost. My youngest and I are in the kitchen as a gloomy rainy falls. I’m sipping tea and surfing Facebook, she’s finished her breakfast and is too … Continue reading …mothering mistakes
Sitting in my family room the other morning, house quiet as my family slept in, I looked around me. The kitchen was still cluttered with dishes that did not make it into the already full dishwasher, a basket next to me overflowed with balls of yarn I wanted to knit, the coffee table in front of me a Jenga tower of magazines ready to topple. … Continue reading …filling the void
I have not found a predictable rhythm in Quarantine Life. I have not been able to make sense of the days and nights and weeks. I wake, bouncing from one thing to another until at the end of the day there are more things on my Do List than on my Done List. Each member of my family is on a different schedule, sleeping, waking … Continue reading …irrational rhythm
I am so very thankful for the roof over my head, the food in my pantry, the love of my family, the grace of the Lord. I have nothing to complain about in these days of worldwide pandemic and crisis, yet my flesh is uncomfortable. I hear a judging voice in my head comparing my chaotic mess of a kitchen to the stunning Insta-worthy images … Continue reading …time to refuel
Ding – Ding – Dong The descending chime of the text alert on my silent cellphone jars my attention from the book I am reading on the screened porch. The silence of this morning has been a gift to my soul. Sitting on the porch reading, I hear only the sounds of birds chirping and the occasional dog barking. Air moving from the ceiling fan … Continue reading The gift of this day…
I once started a post with the comment, silence is not golden. It was a time when I’d gone quiet with my posts because I was drinking again. Drinking after I’d publicly proclaimed here that I would not. Today I feel differently. Silence is Golden. Silence allows my mind and spirit to listen. Listen to God. Listen to my Heart. Listen to Family. Listen to … Continue reading Silence is golden….