…a few thoughts on wisteria…

As I stepped out of the car this morning to deliver something, I knew it was there even though I couldn’t see it. The scent was so strong and I knew I’d see it. I turned around, and there it was—Wisteria blooms swaying in the breeze. I knew I’d be seeing these beautiful blooms soon. On Friday, I saw the hint of purple in wisteria vines by the school where I work. There were also traces of the light purpleRead more

knocking on our doors…

Sometimes the gift of amazing opportunity comes knocking on our doors in ways we’d never choose. Am thinking this might just be one of those times. Please listen to the little discussion by Mike Smith. Full of such good reminders for what we’re facing these days.  I tried, but can’t share it on WordPress for some reason, but  if you search Vimeo for Mike Smith’s “Rooted in Love” , you’ll find it. ❤ #pray     #speak      #lovewell  #read Read more

…a few thoughts on being careful…

On my way to work, I always drive by a little abandoned home. The other day, I smiled as I noticed a sweet little clump of daffodils in the middle of the tall grass. It stood out and reminded me, that in the midst of all the craziness going on now in our world with shut downs and health and financial crises, well, there was still new life, still beauty, still some normal things that weren’t being stopped or shutRead more

spilled milk

So it was 7:40 in the morning and students were filing into the school after eating breakfast in the cafeteria. In peeks a little girl with a sad look on her face who says, “Do you know where Mrs. C is?” I said I didn’t but I could help her find her. (She was looking for the school social worker for help with getting some clean clothes). “I spilled milk all over me,” she says. I said, “I can seeRead more

Home

“You can have more than one home. You can carry your roots with you, and decide where they grow.” ~ Henning Mankell I understand more than ever that phrase “home is where the heart is…”  As my not-so-little birds have left the nest and sometimes returned for small respites then left again, well, they’ve built their own little nests where my feet have the privilege to sometimes land.  And not just my feet…my heart sure feels thankful and joyful toRead more

plain and simple

I went for a walk on the beach this morning. Got to see that glorious sun come up. Plain and simple. There were no whistles or bells. No stage, no one telling that sun how to optimize the experience. It slowly peeked above the horizon as the wind and waves did their thing. But it changed the whole appearance of the waves and warmed the wind and just seeing it break through the darkness always does something for me forRead more

in our midst

This past week, I was reminded that we never know who is in our midst, or where those around us have walked.  I have learned time and time again that those who come into our lives might be there for a reason, for a season, and not by accident. I teach a variety of academics at the elementary school where I work. But in recent years, I have been trying to help students to develop skills of resilience as well.Read more

…a few thoughts on noticing…

After leaving my classroom behind for three weeks, I walked in to see that I had neglected a few things. Am thinking my little plant wasn’t feeling so loved at all during my absence. It’s a plant that really doesn’t need much care at all. It’s not one of those persnickety needy plants. It’s not sensitive to light. It  deals with my sporadic watering and can go through long periods of drought. It’s resilient, hardy, and needs so little careRead more

sorting it out…

Sometimes I rush a bit. (That might be a tad bit of an understatement…) I rush and then spill stuff like coffee, or drop stuff like phones or keys or…beads. (Rushing never seems to pay off by the way.) Well, the other day, it was beads that I spilled. Not just a few…it was a whole tray of seed beads that Tanner had given me. I love the bright colors of the THOUSANDS of beads that spilled. THOUSands of teenyRead more

a few thoughts on forever…

“The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of our God stands forever.”  Not much lasts  forever. Surely not grass. Surely  not fragile flowers. Nope. They are lucky to last a season. And the best of folks (and the worst) will all find their day of passing. But what lasts forever?  The intangibles I think.  Intangibles like love, hope, and the Word of God…Truth has a way of standing on its own through circumstance,  through time.. Sometimes itRead more