Today has been so wonderful. I could prepare a list. I could draw a chart. I could take a million pictures, but that still would not portray the internal excitement that I felt as my little brother sent a midnight text saying he was coming home for a visit. There are truly not enough words… Continue reading Sunshine all over again
Sleep < Write
I told myself that I was going to become a better writer/blogger. However, realizing the weight of my schedule, I'm seeing that writing is going to have to literally be scheduled in. Somehow, someway this is going to have to happen. I honestly believe that putting pen to paper or bringing musings to print helps… Continue reading Sleep < Write
Peanut Butter Emotions
Okay. So. I've decided to start baking, and not just open-the-box-add-this kind of baking. I'm talking about that kind of baking that deserves bragging rights because it's from scratch. Tonight's (experiment) will be simple. I'll be making and baking Peanut Butter cookies. See? Simple. Here we go... Well, hey there ingredients. Adding the brown sugar!… Continue reading Peanut Butter Emotions
The dance of books; the dance to life.
From Bingo to Betterment
My current atmosphere is a small, eccentric coffee shop in downtown Chicago. I guess this is a nice time to drop its name in order to further their fantastic reputation. Thank you, Cafe Ballou. The live jazz band that you have in the little corner of your coffee shop provides such an ease for my… Continue reading From Bingo to Betterment
Here is to…
Here is to the one who learns to trust. Here is to the one who begins brick-by-brick. Here is to the de-layering. Here is to inching understanding that it was never meant to be this way. Here is to each filled crack in the surface. Here is to the beauty that is found in grace.… Continue reading Here is to…
Mason Jar + Roses
Construction
Today has been a bit different. I spent time with the sun and felt the sweet and scary pull of the ocean. I read some of my book. I burned my toes on the sun-scorched sand and quickly whisked my TOMS back on. Now I sit on the rocking chair of our rented beach house,… Continue reading Construction
Back and Forth
I walk in each night feeling the guilt leak into the fabric that covers me. I've missed some days seeing you. You are there each time, rolling back and forth. The question of who will come with each push back and forth. The chair is pulled and I sit. I find my face in the… Continue reading Back and Forth
Intertwined Purpose.
Purpose. This word keeps appearing, trying to find its spot in my life. I feel its digging, poking, and choking me with its grip. I almost feel the letters P-U-R-P-O-S-E wrapping itself around my neck. Twice. However dramatic that sentence is, I believe that I have finally found the source. Comparison. Whether it is surrounding… Continue reading Intertwined Purpose.
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