Garden musings…

In our first home, I planted sunflowers, marigolds, radishes, and sweet peas, and spent long days in the dirt, listening to the children play in the back yard. I weathered black flies, mosquitos, and dirty fingernails and returned to the house better after my time working in the dirt. Over the years, I’ve planted herb gardens, lettuce, and fresh veggies just steps from my kitchen. I’ve also tended flower beds with lush plantings of perennials and hardy shrubs. There is something about the process of bending low, smelling the earth, and touching it with my hands that is both soothing and satisfying. Every spring, I decide again to be a gardener. Continue reading “Garden musings…”

Learning curve…

So, starting all over again is hard. I’m learning how to do new things. A lot of them. This week it feels like everything is new. And difficult. It’s hard to go from being an expert, the one who trains others, to the new kid learning what everyone else already knows. I don’t really like it.  Continue reading “Learning curve…”

Respecting the edge…

I am most often found dangling from the screaming edge. I pack too many things into my days, take on too much responsibility, and have a difficult time saying no. This often leaves me with too much need and not enough me. Last night as we crawled into bed, I listed off the things waiting for us on Saturday. As I reached the end of the list, Keith groaned. I felt it too. Continue reading “Respecting the edge…”

A clean car…

My friend Kathy is a car girl. She meticulously cares for and maintains her car. Even when the kids were young, she made sure that all the oil changes, tune ups, and tire rotations were scheduled and attended to. Even in the depth of winter, it wasn’t unusual to pull up in front of her house and find her cleaning out the evidence of children in her minivan. Me, not so much. Continue reading “A clean car…”

An old friend…

He pulled up in the driveway, unannounced. His hair is grayer now, and his walk is stiff, but I remember when he was young…When we were young together. Our lives have taken many turns over the years, but I am always happy to catch up, to keep up with this old friend. Continue reading “An old friend…”

Morning coffee…

I’ve never been much of a morning person. I love the evening. The quiet after the day always brought me joy. But then children. They upended my routines and my life in so many ways. I held on to the evening for many years… the after bedtime hours were sacred at my house. Finally though, I had to choose between staying up after them or being up before them. I couldn’t do both. Morning and I have become friends. Continue reading “Morning coffee…”

Gently now…

As the winds blowing through my life have calmed over the last couple of weeks, I’ve settled into some new routines. I am stunned to realize how tired, bone tired, I am. I could probably sleep for a month, but I’m of a certain age, and I don’t really sleep that well anymore… Continue reading “Gently now…”

Beginning to exhale…

A little over a month ago, our lives took a scary turn. The doctor’s early morning phone call, a blockage, multiple visits to the specialist, and some ill-advised You Tube videos caused a sharp inhale.

  • We walked through those days, focused on the things that matter. Family. Friends. Faith.
  • We celebrated love and new life, through clenched teeth. But we savored all the moments. We. Took. Nothing. For. Granted.
  • We clung tightly to one another, and life came into focus. Love. Conquers. Fear. All.

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Birdseed, bubbles, and fireworks…

We just pulled off an amazing wedding. It’s not the first time we’ve helped a young couple celebrate their big day, but it was certainly the most personal. Our little girl got married a couple of weeks ago and we couldn’t be happier for them. We’ve almost recovered from the festivities. Continue reading “Birdseed, bubbles, and fireworks…”

Goodbye…

How do you know when it is time to go? I’ve been in a difficult place at work for the past year or more. I’ve agonized over whether to go or to stay. I’ve worried about the work, the people, me. I’ve spent countless hours journaling, praying, and talking about the situation to friends and family. I wore myself out trying to figure out what to do. Continue reading “Goodbye…”