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Never
The wind subsided, but a crash of thunder caused me to sit straight up in bed. My daughter says that living in this house nestled underneath massive oak trees during high winds has scarred me for life and she’s not wrong. I’ve seen what wind can do and living here has instilled an enormous respect…
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A Windy Day
He lives alone, just like her, and their houses sit side by side. She keeps an eye on him much to his chagrin, but by watching him she learns how to keep her own life in order. She asked him once, “How do you know so much about everything?”, and he replied, “I’ve just been…
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An Unsupervised Life
My daughter secretly worries a little bit about my living alone and she has good reason. Recently, she sent me a TikTok and said, “I’m crying because this is you!” It was a young woman my daughters age talking about her Mom getting banned from the app Next-door for being a little too honest. My…
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Calloused
When I was a kid, the men in my family had calloused hands and Daddy had a row of callouses on the palms of each hand from continually gripping things, especially a shovel, or axe. Back then, callouses were evidence of hard work. I was grateful for the winter to wear long sleeves, but now…
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The One-Eighty
Taking in my surroundings, I note a wisp of dog hair that was missed by yesterday’s vacuuming, or it’s a new one that formed overnight. The mini-blind on the window in front of me is hanging crooked. The right side is lower than the left, so I walked over and straightened it, then did a…
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Counting My Blessings
This week, I heard this song, and it made me want to cry. Not sad tears, just overly grateful for the truth these words hold. As I write this it’s 10:00 am on Wednesday and I haven’t turned on my phone. The house is so still and quiet that all I hear is the distant…
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Ritual for Mornings
Your heart and soul know what you need, and what it wants, but the plan doesn’t deviate. To sum it up in one word, I’d choose ‘water’, and it’s a series of small things that water mine. Over the weekend, I made a decision to take time for ritual, especially in the morning. I’d noticed…
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Dormant
The young girl with a love for fairytales had matured into a woman. It took decades to become this woman and there was so much more ‘becoming’ left to do. She had grown to love and admire this warrior/woman challenging her reflection in the mirror, flashing that sheepish grin that has others asking, “What is…
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Plan Nothing
I’ve slowed the flow of my blogging after remembering I’d rather lay my hand to a few things and give it my all, rather than a multitude of things half-assed. When the space opens, I show up. The way we start our day determines the quality of life within the next few hours of the…
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Good God Almighty
I don’t know that much about David Crowder, only that I’ve loved his music for as far back as I can remember. His music is as distinctive as his appearance and at first glance you probably wouldn’t tag him as a famous Christian artist. I heard this song driving home the other day with the…
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The Open Road
A couple of years ago I met a guy who loves motorcycles. Now, this isn’t a phenomenon by any means, but he just seemed to live for them. He grew up in California and raced dirt bikes as a kid, but the kid in him never outgrew that feeling of adventure. He could tell you…
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