joy: hearing him play piano,all the pieces so familiar to my soul- and all the unexpected grace; sitting in first string lessons and being privy to all the artistry, care, and soul. Truly, it is such a privilege.
her sweet face – unhappy – seeing her so run-down with an illness, and the grace that I noticed and pulled her close for the whole day, held her and remembered how she has always needed to be tucked in for a bit for peace, spurred her creative mind and took dictation for her creative writing, listened to her stories, and delighted in her sweet, blond head tucked next to me, and then I suffer with that same illness. And all is well. All is perfectly well.
messages from college of all sorts; texts, phone calls; polos. I love it all.
a gift of pens from a sweet and thoughtful one
messages (online) that speak to my heart and speak to my mind- too hard to link here- but
Joel Clarkson on Instagram; Sarah Clarkson on Instagram; The Cultivating Project; Christy Purifoy on Instagram
all for some good words to nourish mind and soul.
her 1000th day #amazing
Crash Hot Potatoes on a Wednesday and Bacon-Wrapped Chicken Breast
Salad with hard-boiled eggs and home-made thousand island dressing that harkens me to my childhood and my mom
Matt Maher flooding the house
all the ways music connects me to the hearts of my people and how much, how much I have enjoyed every season; The High Kings; The Gray Havens; Andrew Peterson; Josh Garrels; Fleury; John Mark MCMillan; Grits, NF (note: some! NF); Titan; GAWVI; (and so many more- songs I adore whose names I don’t even know); playlists curated just for me. Blessed.
Standing on Lehigh’s campus with my sister; my nephew and my son (same age) and jolted by that life two decades ago that brought me here. Who would have ever known? Certainly not 21 year old me.
Following behind a little bevy of daughters heading to the van to load up for lessons… and my heart thought: the next generation (on cello, viola, and violin)… they had their music bags slung over shoulders and instruments in hand, and they are so small- they were manfully dwarfed by the bags- and my wee cellist was holding her own clad with stool, cello, and bag!
the peace of slowing down for family dinner and family bible and feeling my soul and body restore
giving space for the writing life in my life and squeezing in a bit of reading, too.
the way a bundle of mini carnations- less than five dollars in cost- light up my soul and my life
Powersheets and a dear friend in the journey
a wild, windy day
college boys home on Fall Break and back again and all the driving, driving, driving
it is a bit of a blur in a not so good way; I wobble to anchor my soul
I learn I can drive to Lehigh and back in one day- but then continuing on with a night full of driving- is monumentally not a good idea; my little girls are road warriors; I am grim determination.
we look tired- cause we are… so tired.
words that made my heart sing from a son at school
batch after batch of chocolate chip cookie bar
standing at Morgan Run with water and rock and leaf and sky and love and joy
October’s gold, and its gilded and… someone else said that, too, and my heart leapt
cozy in gray, so cozy
night soccer games on a blanket under the lights
opposite missing teeth (twins)
Everyone’s missing teeth!
Taking time to breathe and think and ponder and pray.
Endless Gifts. It’s Fall.