My heart is preparing itself for winter. I find myself wondering how I will survive. These seasons of my life are the hardest and the most full of wonder that I will ever know. There is the solitude of marriage; the solitude of motherhood; the solitude of snow, just on the horizon. How will I go on? The days are long and hard. The darkness comes too early, again. I…
sadness
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Hope in the Dark Places
Read more“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger — something better, pushing right back.” —Albert Camus…
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a little trip to the library…
Read moreI’m not even going to lie… I’m getting desperate for ideas to get us out of the house. I know I’ve said it before, but winter is always hard around here, and this one has been the hardest in years. The temperatures have plummeted again…
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like they’re falling in love with the ground.
Read morethe leaves are all falling / and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground. Thank you all for your lovely comments & emails after my last post. This space is a light to me in the darkness and I am deeply, deeply…
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golden afternoon: goodbye
Read moreMy Mom mom was a most wonderful woman. She had a big heart and a beautiful smile. She took care of me when I was sick. She made me oodles of noodles & the best grilled cheese sandwiches that I’ll ever have. When I was…
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Poetry: Another Poem About the Heart | Jenn Habel
Read moreAnother Poem About the Heart | Jenn Habel When the floor drops out, as it has now, you cannot hear the squirrel on the wire outside your window, the wheels spinning on the road below. You want only pity and are presented with the unbelievable…
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Poetry Friday: The Abandoned Valley | Jack Gilbert
Read moreThe Abandoned Valley | Jack Gilbert Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?
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Soft. Slow. Surrender.
Read moreSlowness remembers and hurry forgets; softness remembers and hardness forgets; surrender remembers and fear forgets. —Mark Nepa Slow. Sadness, anxiety, anger (and all unhappy emotions) thrive on speed. When my mind is racing, I am unhappy. When I am hurrying to an appointment, I am…
