As I was reviewing old drafts, deciding what to trash and what might be worth developing, I came across an entry–this entry–that I had started in May of 2017. It’s interesting how things come full circle.
At the time, I was sifting through our belongings as we prepared to moved. Now, I’m decluttering once again as we’re settling into what I hope will become our forever home. Continue reading →
I had hoped to write more prolifically over Lent. In Lenten seasons past, I’ve blogged daily or at least several times a week. This Lent, I find myself completely blocked.
I find myself scribbling notes but not really completing thoughts. I find myself reading more than writing, meditating more than speaking. I think that after the last few years of radical transformation in every aspect of my life I’m just tired.
So I’m being kind to myself. I’m spending a lot of time with my animals and my husband. I’m not committing to a lot socially, and I’m taking it easy on the to-do lists.
I’ve decided just to let it ride and see what Easter brings. I hope this Lenten season is bringing you whatever you need to feed your soul.
Normally on Shrove Tuesday, my husband and I would be excited to head to church for the annual Pancake Supper.
This year, we’re in a new town, and I’m attending a new church. There won’t be pancakes–my husband’s favorite food–and the already frigid temperature will be dropping into the teens.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, I loathe winter. I grew up in Massachusetts, and I was the kids that hated sledding and hot chocolate. I loved the few months of summer with heat and long days, which is why I moved South. Continue reading →
Last week’s Sunday Gospel reading was Luke 6:17-26. I’ve heard it many times over my forty plus years of church attendance. If you aren’t familiar with the Episcopal church, we follow a lectionary that takes us through all the Gospels every three years. That means I’ve heard that Gospel reading at least 15 times.
At my new church, we have an interim priest. I’m really enjoying his sermons. While he shares a message of Grace and Joy, he doesn’t let us off the hook either. He calls us to live according to the Gospels. A tall order. Continue reading →
In the first installment, I talked to you about my vision statement and how that translates to my planner and task lists. In the second installment, I talked to you about what I do to maintain my energy and focus. In this final installment, I’m going to share with you a book that changed my life, a philosophy that changed how I work, and a way of life that changed everything. Continue reading →
My true love gave to me seven swans a-swimming, six geese a-laying, five gold ring, four calling birds, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.
On this seventh day of Christmas, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for my husband and for God’s work in repairing our relationship every time we screw it up.
I woke up with a nasty sinus headache. We have a front moving through and are expecting strong thunderstorms this afternoon. My sinuses are a biological barometer. Thunderstorms = sinus headache. Every time.
Instead of attacking Monday with my usual enthusiasm, I’m trudging through and trying to stay focused. My husband is bringing me food, drink, and medicine to keep me together until lunchtime when I will probably take a 30 minute nap.
Our big plans for New Year’s Eve? Same as last year. Get to bed early, so we can spend a full day together tomorrow when I’m off. There’s something to be said for being married to your best friend. <3
My true love gave to me six geese a-laying, five gold rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.
On this sixth day of Christmas, I’m headed to church a little early. We’re doing a modified Lessons and Carols with a brunch afterward, so we have one service instead of two.
On Sundays, I make it a point not to turn on my computers in honor of the Sabbath, so after church I will hopefully be headed to the barn for some quality time with my pony.
My true love gave to my five gold rings, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.
On this fifth day of Christmas, I’m sitting in my office letting the creative juices flow. The dogs woke us up just before 6 (late for them), and we enjoyed a lazy couple of hours laying around the living room with the boys to start our day.
After that, I came to my office for Morning Prayer and some writing time. During the week, I schedule blocks of time to work on my blogs and my primary book project, but on Saturday, I just enjoy writing. I write whatever comes to mind, or I work on a photography project. Today, I’m outlining a work of fiction.
During the week, I write whether the creativity is flowing or not. If it isn’t, I pull up prompts or just write badly, but I write. On Saturday, I write or create art until the juices aren’t flowing. When I’m done, the rest of the day is mix of date time with my husband and time with my pony.
For me, Saturdays are about love. They’re a mini-Valentine’s Day every week.
What can you do to love yourself today?
For the first time in three years, I’m actually getting commercials. In our new home, our Spectrum internet service comes with a TV app that has 25 channels. Now that the days are shorter, I can’t be outside until 8:30-9 o’clock, so I’ve been settling in for some Property Brothers on HGTV on Wednesday nights.
I’ve been surprised at the number of commercials versus actual show. I know the statistics, but to actually watch it… WOW.
What I find more troublesome though is the message behind all the advertisements. Your wife will only know you love her if you find the perfect piece of jewelry. Your kids won’t feel loved if you don’t by them the latest toy, cell phone, etc. Your husband won’t feel loved if he doesn’t get a new grill, toolbox, car kit, etc.
On Sunday, many Christians start a new liturgical year. I begin a new journal and a new planner. The reflection and preparation for the new year that most people start the last week of December or the first week of the new year I started last week and and will be winding down this week.
2018 has been up and down for me. There have been significant loses and struggles, but there have also been some positive changes that have set me up beautifully for 2019.
My word for 2018 was Shalom. I didn’t know everything that word meant when I started the year, but I came to understand that it was much more than peace. Shalom is the peace Christ has and spread. Shalom is a peace that passes understanding, a peace that springs from wholeness.
As I look back on the year, that is exactly what I found: wholeness. Continue reading →