The Eternal God planted a garden in the east of Eden–a place of utter delight. Genesis 2:8 Click to listen as you read. 🙂 Creamy, tender skin is iridescent in morning light, plumped with life, like it’s been filled to its capacity with the morning dew. It is the small hand of the Zinnia Princess,Continue reading “The Zinnia Princess”
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I Am Distilled
I am Charlie Kirk
Morning Prayer Journals; April 8, 2019
Lord, how shall I celebrate a new morning? Birds are already singing it up a storm out there, rooster is saluting the morn, frogs in the pond are piping and I, the tallest, weightiest of all sit in a silent stupor. Why is this? They are so fully invested with YOUR purpose, so without hesitationContinue reading “Morning Prayer Journals; April 8, 2019”
About This Cat
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”
Sweet Things
When happy seems just out of reach and life seems bare of benefits, chase sweet things. When what you had slipped far away, dreams replaced….reality, when what you’d lost is what you see, chase sweet things. A lazy day in a wood canoe, catching blue eyes across a room, talks that cause a love toContinue reading “Sweet Things”
A Farm Forum
A farm forum, ready to convene just for me. A choir of frogs sing praise from a small pond out back in the middle of February. They pass their invitation to join the preliminaries of song; their funny prelude to the discussion– the discovery. A surging within the forum of fields and yards tucked roundContinue reading “A Farm Forum”
Cultivated Here
Please play the music that is as much a part of the story as the paragraphs below. 🙂 I hung an old sign that I made in another time and another place. It caught up with me here on N 3rd in a box of things when someone sat it on my front porch; someContinue reading “Cultivated Here”
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”
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”
Sometimes and Always
Sometimes abundance and sometimes less Sometimes a spring in the step Sometimes an easy smile Sometimes a churning within Sometimes a soaring heart reaching high, reaching to touch the heart of God Sometimes a coward hiding unsure, clinging to other loves Sometimes peace, sometimes less, sometimes I fall into an easy rest. Sometimes…. Always… AlwaysContinue reading “Sometimes and Always”
Hinterhaus Journal 