lately

learning to rest. grateful for nature. wondering what if? knowing, no matter what: my Creator loves me.

planted

sometimes you are going to be planted where you wouldn’t have picked. you have two choices: wither or seek the sun and trust the Creator has you planted where needed, & bloom anyway.

catalystic flight

hope may be feathers found wind felt sing songs enjoyed. it could be juicy nectar delights dribbling, drabbling right round. soft cracks in the shell of spring sure to delight. for the bats darling… clear galaxies of catalystic flight. lessons breaking free from passage to raw growth (much anticipated) or cobbled bits after grief has

joy :: day two :: in the details

oftentimes i am too busy for the details. my brain gets mushed into thinking that everything on the news is the only news. sluggishly moping along like there is no good out there. no sparkle. no triumph. no joy. i wander in and out of a pessimistic haze, unsure of my faith, too much noise,

wisdom from my padre

  he texted me this pic, with this caption. i love his wisdom. 🙂   “if things go sideways, you can still find a way to grow.”

we are the choir.

  i am called to the broken & lost because they are me;  i, one of them. we together peek under the rock of taboo & discover what it is like to know truth, in all it’s show. to understand why & where & how we can love with even more fever than before we

spring fever

i want to be seated in the cool mist of a farmer’s plot, picking which daydream is my favorite. i have cabin fever. spring, please come soon. oxo, b

i feel so small sometimes….

… because i am. i am learning that i need to edit more of me each day. take out the sour, include the sweet. exclude the negative, include the positive. i must not edit God. i must let Him edit me. i feel so small sometimes, & that is because i am. so is the

my horizon is my hope

i can hear the rumbles, but it cannot scare me away this time. i feel the mist, and yet, i am not affected. nothing can stop this exhilaration of hope. i am able to do hard things through one person here, & the Greatest One Ever. me, & Him. with work & FAITH. He has

adventure, adventure :: backpacking in the moonlight

i went backpacking for the first time last fall. where you wear your food, your clothes, your space to sleep, on your back. and you set up camp at some lovely place, where the air is fresher than your lungs know what to do with. we went up north in the lower peninsula of michigan,