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. ❤
What are you grateful for today?
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.
How will you be celebrating today?
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?