Keeping Time

It’s not a very stylish clock by modern standards.  It has a definite Victorian vibe to it: made entirely of oak with lots of turnings and carvings.  It was my Grandparent’s, on my father’s side, and once hung at the far end of their living room, just to the right of the window which housed … More Keeping Time

Wayfaring

Making plans is remarkably simple in our GPS-ed and Googled world. We have the ability to find exactly what we want or need in a few keystrokes, or a few words spoken into our devices.  We pick a destination, search along the route for coffee shops, air BnB’s, hot restaurants, and scenic overlooks (a.k.a. scenic … More Wayfaring

Saying Goodbye

I knew it was bad but I didn’t want to believe it was that bad. Yet deep down I suspected it was.  I  shoved the thought away with every uncharacteristic wobble, every meal skipped, every pound lost.  In the end, it was shocking but not unexpected: our beloved dog Chewy had a tumor on his liver, … More Saying Goodbye

Place Matters

As I made a 3-point turn to go back and check out the “House for rent” sign we just passed, my daughter literally shouted from the back seat “Oh my God, look at the trees!!!!” I smiled and saw where her eyes were gazing: a line of long leaf pines standing fifty-plus feet in the … More Place Matters

Dust and Ashes

By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Genesis 3:19, ESV In what was already a busy week, Ash Wednesday came on like a banshee and was nearly gone without … More Dust and Ashes

The Quickening

“When you’re in your 20s, you think you’ve got all the time in the world. You get older, and you go through a quickening. Everything seems to get faster.” Colin Hay, singer/songwriter  When I read this quote it stopped me in my tracks. Not because it was shocking or I hadn’t thought of it, but … More The Quickening

Hiraeth

If you were to press rewind on my life and go back 30-some odd years, you’d hear me telling anyone who’d listen how Oklahoma was where I belonged, and how I couldn’t wait to move back once I finished high school.  We had moved to NC from OK when I was 14, and I did … More Hiraeth