Miss Bossy Pants climbs onto my stomach, sits her bottom on top of my left forearm and softly chews at my zipper. It is cool, 61 degrees inside this house and 38 outside. The season is slowly changing. I like the gentle easing into a new season. In Arkansas a string of freezing October nightsContinue reading “About This Cat”
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A Birthday
Out of a soft bed real early, into a big chair, cozy and ready for me. A cup of Columbian brew, a blank page with which to write, the bible, and a birthday. I don’t have a lot of time and too soon it’s onto a big towel beside a warm bath with beautiful, perfumedContinue reading “A Birthday”
Journal in the Raw
The journal on the couch next to me here is bulging, as per usual, with scribbles, notes, feelings, complaints, laments, swells of happy, joyous, miserable, unmanageable life. I never fix it up. I want to remember my days however they are, however they feel. I don’t make my journal palatable for anyone else because itContinue reading “Journal in the Raw”
Ahead
I have both hands in the future, feeling around for spring like a blind woman searching for a treasure in a cold, dark closet. I touch her arm and tug her back to me in the middle of January, but she pulls abruptly away. I see her up in March and April. “Come back here,Continue reading “Ahead”
Lines
A new journal with lines, my last one with its blank pages and no lines pricks at me. I couldn’t keep the words straight on the page. I thought it would be freeing to doodle and scribble along with my words but it has gotten out of hand. I opened the new book, clean pages,Continue reading “Lines”
Hinterhaus to Home
A house is a shelter, a place to lay down and sleep. It’s a place to eat a meal and have a conversation if you are so inclined. A house has been a blessing, a rescue and a refuge to me when I needed a place to go, but a house is not a “home”.Continue reading “Hinterhaus to Home”
The Night in Hinterhaus
Music to click and read by. In the night, tiny bodies push into soft, momma-fur. Soft sounds waft into the small, warm room. Seven little tails and the same in tummies and warm noses—twenty-eight tender paws have emerged from the deep and all is well in their simple, easy world. Hinterhaus, the writing shed outContinue reading “The Night in Hinterhaus”
Dancing
Click song and read along A slow dance, a lingered gaze, a conversation spanning days…a pace that is slow and kind, this way that He Himself created in me, who can fill it up but the One who made it like a lazy old sea lapping steady on a sandy shore. Like Cinderella’s shoe, IContinue reading “Dancing”
When it is Time to Die
. And I find that there is a bit of dying in all of my living;
Pours Forth Speech
Click and read along… 🙂 1The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands ***I can see that… 2Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. ***I can hear that.*** Without speech or language,without a sound to be heard,their voice has gone out into allContinue reading “Pours Forth Speech”
Hinterhaus Journal 