Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: I believe in prayer
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Epiphany (-nies) Knotted muscle in my neck…can't quite catch my breath…geez, it's only Jan. 4 and I'm already stressing about how to get everything accomplished that I want to do this year! I wish I could resolve to have an extra six hours each day – that would help! Twenty-four doesn't seem to be nearly enough.…
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In 2011, my thoughts ran wild like mustangs, my energy scattered into all different directions trying to chase them down. True, creativity needs space and the freedom to run wild for a bit, to stretch its legs and grow strong… but if those thoughts scatter too far in too many directions… if they never return…
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Wednesday evening I spent an hour sitting at my in-law's dining room table working on a post to update you on our Florida week. I just had one more image to add before I hit 'publish' when Tom's laptop froze on me. As a last ditch effort, I refreshed the page. Poof! My post vanished! Sigh. …
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I stepped out into a frosted world… even the tops of the cedars sparkled in the first rays of morning light peeking into the Hollow. The frozen mud crunched with each footstep. Like a tourist with their first glimpse of the Grand Canyon, I snapped photo after photo of crystal-crusted oak leaves, flowers, blades of grass,…
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Standing in the clearing, just standing there breathing and listening to bird song and puppy scuffles, I feel them sprouting in my head, fed by the sunshine and fresh air and stillness. So many thoughts popping up… brilliant, original thoughts blossoming like beautiful flowers never before seen by anyone. I gather them into a bouquet to…
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…to say thanks for the prayers for Max. This morning he didn't just use all of his legs on our walk, but even trotted a little and played with Belle, pouncing and prancing and twirling so she couldn't bite his ankles (her favorite move.) I believe in the power of prayer and I know those…
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A splash of light from my iPhone guided me through the dark to my car last night. The wedding guests were long gone and only one light glowed in the winery Bistro behind me. Pausing in a clearing, I gazed up at the stars crowded around a sliver of moon. My frosty breath rose to greet…
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My sweet sister, the very one who is still recovering from hip surgery and lives daily with Parkinson's, found out this week she has glaucoma. To treat it and save her eyesight, she'll need to put drops in her eyes every day for the rest of her life. Listen to what she told me about…
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Nature is holding its breath. Not a leaf twitches. Trees crowd the hill leading up from the creek bed and stare at the slate sky. Frozen in place, they wait – hope – for the promised storm, banners lifted high… some fresh and green, others rusting, faded by the summer sun and heat. Their quiet pleading…
Long Hollow 