my journal entry from December 17th I have not been able to journal for two weeks because to do so would mean I had to write the words "My mom died" I have not been able to. She passed away on December 4th. It has been brutal, but today I was able to write the… Continue reading The Only Way is Through
my mind is day-dreamy today wandering from thing to thing family kitten nibbles all the stuff blue jays warm coffee dappled sun on the neighbor's roof resting shepherd dog curious cat whirr of the fan which I am now turning off monday, early, the… Continue reading holding space ~ holding time
This is where I find permission to create, in my journals. Years ago, I (reluctantly) started writing in a journal. Free thought, no rules, just writing. Now I do the same with paint in an art journal. Just as I found permission to write, I am now trying to find permission to do art. There… Continue reading Art Journal: Permission
I am not sure where to find You today, Lord, so I'll start here... It is still on the back patio except for the siren of the cardinal, the buzz of the bee, the peck of the woodpecker, and Molly rustling in the bushes. A mourning dove joins the chorus, and other songs and calls… Continue reading Morning poem
As a Spiritual Practice for Holy Saturday I was invited by my church to go on Holy Hike. The original plan, of course, was that we would all hike together. Since that was not possible, I went by myself to the park. I wanted to write about what I had seen but I was afraid… Continue reading Called to the Edge – A Holy Hike
This Lenten season our church has been talking about Transformation. Many members have shared their personal stories of transformation, so I thought I would share more of what God has been doing in my life. During Lent, we are often encouraged to take on additional spiritual disciplines. Some common ones are prayer, journaling, fasting, worship,… Continue reading One Word
Drip.....drip.....drip like a faucet dripping my thoughts Drip.....drip.....drip.....drip not a complete flow Just drip.....drip.....drip the pattern draws me to sleepiness and heavy eyelids that same pattern bobs me awake Drip.....drip.....drip I cannot help but be annoyed And then the puppy comes in with her fluffy fur and wet kisses. Just enough weight on my lap… Continue reading Drip, Drip, Drip
I have been wrestling with this 'writing' thing. I have been writing everyday, just not posting everyday. I am unsure of what to share. So today I have decided just to share my truth, because that is all any of us really have to share. Here is yesterday's journal entry... February 6, 2017 I am curious… Continue reading Writing?