In October

Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees, takes off his shoes; … Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh

But only he who sees… this ground is holy. Take off your shoes. You are in the very presence of God.

A way of seeing
Inner heart eyes
Blink open
Perhaps the fragile veil flutters a bit

For only he
Who sees.

I saw a tree yesterday
Every branch flamed out in color.
Like a fan
Gold, Crimson, Leaf Green, Rust
Every… every branch
Stretched tall
So perfect in
Its beauty
Its form.
How can something so perfectly
Just be there-
A free
It was
My breath
a bit
at the sight
sucked deep
expand ribs.
Feast eyes.
Soak the
Fleeting beauty.

This is the most beautiful autumn I have experienced here in the mountains. Such an amazing year of weather we have had- with a severe winter and a wet spring/summer… tornados and all… then thirty degree night-time weather just on the cusp of October…it all seems to have worked together to produce the most generous display of color I have ever seen. There is so much red and orange just popping out everywhere in the midst of the yellows and gold. The fire reds… they flame. I desperately long to be a better photographer with a better camera and lenses… to try to capture what I really see with my inner eye. I know true, gifted photographers capture with even their cell phone cameras- so it must just be a lack in me… but I long anyway… We probably have three weeks or so left of this beauty. I am thinking of what I can do to maximize it for our family… Every common bush does truly seem afire with God. Right now.
It is amazing. I wish I knew where I could take the children and plop down babies in car seats and my tired self on a blanket and let them just enjoy and run safely. A picnic would be so fun…

Endless Gifts

Endless Gifts

Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees, takes off his shoes; … Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh

Autumn flaming colors everywhere

Breeze blowing through the window over my sink clear across my house and out the deck door, and the breeze wraps round me, blows paper plates across the table, and lifts the hair off my cheek, gusty autumn wind. Sweet freshness.
A red rose and purple wild flowers in a tall vase.
Little girl baby who looks right in my eye and grins and “talks.” And her sister who twinkles and shy smiles, sweet.
The excited wonder of my three year old. And his tight grip on my arm and hand.
A guest bed made up with soft sheets and a pretty comforter and the air mattress works- so I think we truly have a good arrangement now!
Sarah and grabbed minutes of sweet fellowship.
My brother and his wife and their generous willingness to go with our flow.

Uncle Ryan with Aymee and Aunt Nikki with Melodee 🙂

An unexpected card in the mail. Dear friend Jen… truly a sister to me.
The amazing joy of feasting with our family and sharing our favorites
Making corn maze memories and waterfall memories and late night talk memories.

At Dry Falls 🙂

An after church talk with my brother… and his willing feedback, his generous heart.

Being in a broken place and trusting Him. Trusting… and trying to see…


Sweet Sunday

Sweet Sunday
Really it was Sweet Weekend…
as we burnt the midnight oil preparing for special guests… preparing a place to receive them with joy and goodness. And it was.
We feasted and laughed and explored. Made memories.
There was coffee and cinnamon rolls, pumpkin bread
And pumpkin cake
Blueberry cake
And “moon” eggs
Bacon and
Crispy crowns
Homemade pizza and
And wings.
There was salad
And Spanish rice
And beef enchiladas
Chicken ones, too.

There were wild flowers in quiet places

There was a crazy corn maze and a tractor hay ride.
And I was astonished at the way little boy clung to me hard.
Clung hard to my hand in the maze and on the ride.
And chirped so excited at the sight of the tractor.
Precious boy.

There were waterfalls and carsickness (so sorry!)
And “are we done with the twisty road yet, Mommy?”
We shared so much of our favorites.

Surprised by the grace of the days.

We said goodbye, in the dark, huddled together
On the front porch, shouting and waving as they crunched up our road.

We were all there, all ten, together. Sending our love on its way.