Half-circle Sundays

On Sunday mornings she made blueberry muffins. My job was to rinse the  blue jewels, pour them in, and she would fold them so carefully. I made some this last  Sunday, rinsing and carefully folding, but  just before pouring the batter into the tin, I added some lemon juice, a whim, really, slid them intoContinue reading “Half-circle Sundays”

Lessons

Resting in the blessings  of today,  staying present  even in an uncomfortable  season, accepting  life as is  with all the drama, balancing the pain  with the joy  that radiates  in our hearts  when we allow  peace to be our sounding  board, reverberating back lessons  of love that walk with us into the unknowns that mayContinue reading “Lessons”

Lingering

I hope for a lingering day, moments stretching long and leaning into the warmth of a slow rising sun  that decides to amble across the sky, a casual stroll before allowing the full moon  to rise, the evening embracing us in twilight’s dreamy lilac and amber glow, and the moment, a holding breath,  leading upContinue reading “Lingering”

Breathing Rhythm

They lean in, nestled down in thicket meant to protect; you would miss them, walk right past them, if not attentive, to these gentle creatures  who pause and wonder why we rush past when we are meant to linger, to sway like trees, to lean in like deer, to stay in the shaded pathway andContinue reading “Breathing Rhythm”

A Promise

The clouds held dirt from yesterday, dimming the blue to a dingy gray that met me after the sun rose somewhere behind the murkiness, but my eyes fell on the blooming pear tree, the simple, life-lit green,  white cups holding a spray of pink, a promise, a budding of spring. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 UnlessContinue reading “A Promise”