Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Small Stones

  • Finishing a blog post, and other sweet!s from September…

      Tonight there's a super moon and lunar eclipse, all rolled into one event. I planned to take photos as the moon rose above the horizon, but discovered my camera battery was dead! So I charged it some and then made it out in time to witness the eclipse with Daniel, who just arrived home…

  • Be Still

      It was a gray morning, the sun not yet able to break through the clouds above the Hollow or the dark thoughts clouding my brain. Worries and what-ifs mingled with sorrow for the people of Boston and scenes of the explosion in West were fresh in my mind. My feet tread a familiar path…

  • On A Windy Day

    A brisk north wind roared through the hollow this morning, whisking cobwebs from the corners of my brain and slapping my face with its cold hands, saying "Wake up! Look around at this glorious morning! Isn't it great to be alive?" I love the wind. It has felt like spring the past few days, and…

  • Empty Spaces, Cedar Fever, and a Handful of Stones

    There's a big empty space in my living room now. My middle son came home this weekend and helped me pack up the memories and cart the tree downstairs to its place in the storage room. (Daniel also helped Tom cut and carry firewood. We love it when he comes home!) Usually my rocking chair…

  • Rejection (and other sweet!s)

      "Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow." ~ James 1:2-3  I received another "sorry, you're not the right person for this job" email earlier this week. It was for…

  • My Tree…

    …glitters with innocence and paper plate angels. It wears a garland of memories of young love and first Christmases, and droops with the weight of salt dough snowmen, whimsy, friendship, and love. small stone #18   It's time to say goodbye. I've spent most of the evening tucking red and green back into big cardboard boxes.…

  • Sea of Grass

        Surrounded by bare branches so still I could believe they are doodles on a pencil-smudged-gray sky, I stand in a sea of grass that bows down, unmoving, waiting.  The earth holds its breath.        Fence posts lean like old men, weathered gray and full of stories.          I'm still collecting…

  • Scattered stones on a Friday morning

    Good morning! I rose way before dawn to work on my children's book because the rest of the day will be crazy busy, and look what I was given as a reward for not hitting the snooze button…   A gift wrapped in misty blue, tied up with swirly pink ribbons. small stone #11 That…

  • Pole Dancing

    The little waterfall is flowing again. I heard it this morning when I was feeding the dogs. We've had two solid days of rain, and while I'm grateful for the rain in this time of drought, and for the sound of the waterfall, I was so, so, so happy to watch the sun reach into…

  • Good China, Grown-up Kids, and other sweet!s

      I fell in love with this china and crystal soon after I fell in love with Tom, back in the days when brides-to-be always registered for beautiful table settings that would probably spend more time in a china cabinet than gracing a table.  Even though I can count on one hand the number of…