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Cornucopia

Deep autumn air Finagles through window seams Invigorating my soul from sleep Cradled by feather pillows And fleece blankets Loves sleep-dreaming around me Rain forest coffee beans Party in my thalamus Crimson pomegranate seeds Plink into the bowl Dark wheat bread lies rustic in…

Rescue

Flashing blue lights Watery in my rear view mirror Rain pounds relentlessly Sirens scream past I pause I pray For whoever is in need For officers risking lives to respond For emergency personnel Who cannot unsee what lies ahead For nurses and doctors Who…

Writing Mama

5:30 am Releasing words On blank page Husband stirs, coughs, Releases his own gas Into the atmosphere Cats scratch hungrily at the door Dogs want scratched too, by me Baby calls for mama Another needs covers The third isn’t sure He can go back…

Humor, havoc, heartache, and harmony

An peak into the cadence of our lives. Why yes, yes there ARE bright pink plastic tablecloths duct taped to my mostly faithful mini van currently parked in the grass of our front yard. We spent part of the weekend going back and forth…

Veins

As I child, I noticed mom’s hands Worn from labors of farming and gardening I pushed in her blue veins And laughed as they filled again They looked so different than my smooth soft hands Now that I am Mom My hands too, are…

Grief: misunderstanding to compassion

When I first witnessed her grief, I felt pity. In my youth and naivety, I somehow thought I could pray her grief away. How pious. How wrong. How antipathetic.

They Know Their Sister

They know their sister by tear-stained photographs By a worn-out guestbook from her funeral service They know her by playing in a cemetery Around a cold hard tombstone They know their sister by our “Sadie Rose” friends By support meetings and remembrance ceremonies They…

Lessons from screen free week

She handed her shirts to the cashier, and I noticed a theme in the inscriptions of each piece as they were unfurled, scanned, and bagged. “I’m not listening” “The less you care, the happier you’ll be.” (I can’t remember the third one at the…

Broken Mirrors

I was going through an old binder of original and cover songs when I played and sang with friends on a regular basis. I found this song I wrote in 2005. In some ways it feels more relevant today than it did twelve years…

Minivan Mom

With apologies to minivan moms who would never find stale fries underneath seats and who are comfortable in designer clothes. I salute you! This post originated from a conversation with a best friend yesterday about the stigma of moms and minivans. Since I love…

Potpourri: I Ran Out of Words, Holy Week, and Treasured Moments

I ran out of words this week, to say, to speak, but not to write. We are wrapping up a brutally busy, gloriously wonderful Holy Week including, worship and work and friend and family time. I am one who is often confused as an…

Daybook – March 20

My friend does these occasionally on her own blog using the same list each time. I always enjoy reading them. Outside my window…rain, sleet, and turning to snow! Expecting about six inches of accumulation for our area tonight and tomorrow. I am learning…that worry…

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