*1: to assume (something) as true, real, unquestionable, or to be expected 2: to value (something or someone) too lightly: to fail to properly notice or appreciate (someone or something that should be valued) Indoor plumbing, clean water that is always nearby, a home with walls, a real floor, a roof, shoes, socks, coats— clothingContinue reading “For Granted”
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Familiar Rhythms
After a trial, once the storm has passed, those hours after your heart has been beating so fast, in the still-falling hush once you can breathe again, you find solace in the simplest gifts, the quiet of evening, your own favorite chair, the way sunset casts light through a parted curtain, and you settle intoContinue reading “Familiar Rhythms”
Centennial Park
Community, then, is an indispensable term in any discussion of the connection between people and land. — Wendell Berry We watched the day end along our city’s skyline, the October night harkening back to all that makes community special — the flavors, smells, sights, sounds that remind you of where you live now, and whileContinue reading “Centennial Park”
Sanctuary
Home is the nicest word there is. — Laura Ingalls Wilder The ache for home lives in all of us. — Maya Angelou You sigh in the evenings, long releases, chimes that mark the twilight hours, you hold memory, years of living that show in each scar from aging, you are so familiar that evenContinue reading “Sanctuary”
A Beautiful Denouement
The last lingering hour before bed, stars become twinkle lights, a gentle wind dances through the darkened leaves, and you check the doors, put the house to sleep, one room and then the next, until you reach me, one candle left to extinguish, one last kiss, and we fall into dreams until morning. —C.L. Fisher,Continue reading “A Beautiful Denouement”
It Becomes…
I consider the walls, a protection from weather and intruders, an allowance for privacy, a safe place for all of our things, … but it is so much more than this…. It becomes a sanctuary, a holding place for prayers and dreams and tears and laughter. Joy and the inevitable pain cling to walls andContinue reading “It Becomes…”
Dawn
I write in purple ink, lean into the lavender and lilac hues of blooms, linger in the violet and orchid sounds that resonate in the deep vibrations of the cello, dream of fields of thistle and heather, live in moods of mauve and periwinkle, long to paint my home with the dust of amethysts, allowContinue reading “Dawn”
Memory
Sixteen miles out she could see the city’s silhouette, the Tall City, the Mid-lands, home. She felt a tightening in her chest, at first, so she sighed, releasing the endorphin- fueled feeling of being away, the vacation vibration, but by the time she counted the tenth pumpjack she acquiesced, a little, but held on toContinue reading “Memory”
Frozen Moment
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago. —CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Our little house, stilled in a frozen moment on a Thursday morning, taking a deep breath in and waiting to exhale.Continue reading “Frozen Moment”
Slim Chance of Snow
“As long as the earth remains, there will be planting and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night.” — Genesis 8:22, NLT We awoke to a weather change, that full kind of sky, full of light, full of expectation, full of what might fall, and we baked some gingerbread scones, brewed anotherContinue reading “Slim Chance of Snow”
Poetic Meanderings 