Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Just thinking…
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I played my drums today. That makes two days in a row after several weeks of merely dusting them. A friend shared with me some basic beats he learned in his drum class and I've been wanting to practice them for days, but just had too many important things I needed to do. Playing…
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It's somehow fitting that I've been reading Claire Bidwell Smith's The Rules of Inheritance for the past few weeks. Last night I dove into the final chapters, my mind still swirling with sorrow and joy that lingered from a quick trip to Houston for my cousin's funeral. Sorrow for friends and family wrapped tight in…
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Today I'm driving to Houston. My cousin died a few days ago and I want to be there for his funeral tomorrow, Ash Wednesday. Ronnie was only 64. Not old, but not young, either. I guess "just enough time", as the Band Perry sings… but I can't imagine ever thinking I've had enough time. I'd…
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Bonfire sparks drifted up to the sky where clouds parted like curtains and stars crowded the stage, accompanied by the singing creek beside us. No moon softened the darkness – the pitch wall of night rose just beyond the reach of the firelight. There was a time not too long ago when I would have…
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"The privilege of a lifetime is to be yourself." ~ Joseph Campbell A big pot of chicken soup is simmering on the stove. From where I sit across the room I can hear the little bubbles playing on the surface and the aroma is making my stomach growl. I made it for myself, because…
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“What day is it,?" asked Pooh."It's today," squeaked Piglet."My favorite day," said Pooh.” The calendar says it's Tuesday, but it's Monday for me. I'm already a day behind. I arrived home late last night after a long, unplugged weekend, overflowing with friendship, laughter, tears, food, fellowship, sorrow, family, wine… (okay, and maybe a…
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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…
Long Hollow 