Winter Don’t Go Quite Yet
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| redtwig dogwood, my yard, renton wa |

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| redtwig dogwood, my yard, renton wa |

I’m recuping from a terrible cold and sinus infection, drowsing through the days with a head full of stuffed cotton. Yesterday I started feeling myself again–Today? Well, I’m almost back to normal. Hallelujah! I can go play outside. And it’s a beautiful day to play. My friend Laura Boggess coined the phrase ‘Playdates with God’…
“A book begins with falling in love. You lose your heart to a place, a house, an avenue of trees, or with a character who walks in and takes sudden and complete possession of you. Imagination glows, and there is the seed of your book.” -Elizabeth Goudge, The Joy of the Snow, 1974 Squeezed into…
It’s that time again–first Monday of the month–unedited, unscripted Sister Time for Soli Deo Gloria, whose tagline is “Inspiring women just to keep it real.” Here’s my 6 minutes’ worth of ‘real’, talking about what’s sitting in the pile of mail on my kitchen counter….precious words and precious music. Here’s the link in case you’re…
*photo credit There’s a bit of an imperfect storm in my head with several thoughts converging–conversations, blogposts, books I’ve read; bits and pieces I’ll attempt to put together. This is a longish post and I’ve borrowed some words from my daughter (she said I could). Here’s my story, wrapped around hers. ~~~~~~~~~ Standing at the sink,…
This post is part of a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard, by LL Barkat. I will post my discoveries as I process them. This is not a book review, per se, but perhaps a book invitation… ~~~~~~~~~~ I watch the clouds drift by…
I am parched and dry dreaming of rain like a thirsty crop no, not rain: I imagine a downpour, would prefer a drenching a soaking like rum in a bread pudding. Oh, to be drunk on new wine to relish a draught of liquid life, Living Water. Sadly, there is no time to drink so…