in a valley tucked in-between two mountain ranges. Lavender, with its clean
laundered sent, stretches as far as the eye can see. I run calloused hands over
tender bud. Walking up the hill, I see
the expanse of the valley wide. The edge of night lightens to purple. The
mountains are stoic, as if taking in a deep breath before glorious waking sigh.
The sun crests – burning amber. The rich colors streak across the sky,
deepening everything in a warm blanket. As light dances higher, life opens.
Birds call to another; sing-song and playful. Field mice, hares, chipmunks peak
out of holes and boroughs. Deer languish on moss kissed by morning dew. Daisies
open, turning face toward sun proudly extending tiny peddles toward warmth
whispers in my ear, “This is what I have for you!” … Oh, Wondrous Soul, change is a many splendored
thing. Clichés can make the word feel monstrous. There is nothing to fear. We
all experience its effect, as tide to the moon. It draws us further i…
shall be done, but it may be harder than you think.” – CS Lewis, Chronicles of
Narnia, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe “Courage,
dear heart” – CS Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Voyage of Dawn Treader “Quiet,
everyone! Shh! Silence before God. Something’s afoot in his holy house. He’s on
the move! – Zechariah 2:13 MSG
In years past winter has blanketed me with dread and sorrow.
After the New Year I hunker down and drudge through. I awaken from my fog
mid-March, as the Earth begins to thaw & bud begins to bloom. This year has
met with a definable change. Through alluring outlets God is teaching me to
savor this season of quiet, rest, and renewal. There is space to let broken
things heal. There is still wondrous adventure to be had against a grey back
drop. There is a mingling of pain and joy that is truly bittersweet. This
morning I walked to work. The snow blanketed the Earth, clinging to trees &
rooftops. A quiet hovered past the rumble of vehicles. I cut through th…
I am long on staying. I am slow
Especially when it comes to you my friend.
You have taught me to slow down,
And to prop up my feet.
It's the fine art of being who I am.
And I can't figure out why you want me around.
I'm not the smartest person I have ever met.
But somehow that doesn't matter,
No it really never mattered to you at all.
And at the risk of wearing out my welcome.
At the risk of self-discovery,
I'll take every moment,
And every minute that you give me. -Every Minute; Sara Groves
Monday night dinners with the Scalf’s are always a
blessing, but the day has been long lived. The kids are wound & winding
down. There is a quiet weariness to the adults around the dinner table. It is
the wrapping up of a day. This past week we chose to do Saturday brunch – Frank’s
donuts for the kids & Great Bagel for the adults. I am very much a part of the family. I know this house. I know the inner workings
of the rooms & the people who reside in them. …