Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Spinning Plates

  • Adjusting the Focus – starting a Gratitude Journal

    I started a gratitude journal this week… an idea I stole from my friend Nancy. I've kept one before, making lists of the things I'm grateful for each day, but I get too busy or too distracted and the next thing you know it's been months since I've taken the time to write them down.…

  • At First Light and Saturdays

    It was dawn, but little light filtered through the gray clouds; Belle was merely a shadow on the other side of the French doors, a silhouette of a well-behaved puppy, sitting politely, patiently. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was watching me, silently begging for an early walk. I can't resist puppy…

  • Lessons from the Butterflies

    "The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and has time enough."    ~ Rabindranath Tagore  The Hollow is filled with butterflies these days… word got out about all of the beautiful wildflowers, I suppose. Many of them are too quick for me and my camera, but this beauty stayed put long enough for me to snap several shots. …

  • Just Being Home

    My heart is soaring today, straight up into the cloudless summer blue sky. I'm not sure why and I'm not going to question it… when I least expect it the clouds will roll in and cast their shadows, but for now I'm enjoying it. It could be due to the sunshine… we had a few…

  • The Moon, the Hourglass and the Holy Trinity

    Sitting low on the horizon, the rust-tinted full moon kept me company all the way home from the grocery store last night. And there he was again this morning, sitting on the railing right outside the French doors, waiting for me it seemed. Full moons mesmerize me. I could spend hours just sitting still, staring…

  • Be Still. Balance. Breathe.

      Stand still, planted in the meadow. Breathe in. Breathe out. Listen. Hear the birds kreee-kreee across the pond, Belle and Max munching grass near my feet. Feel the minute. Close my eyes and really feel it… feel my heartbeat counting off the seconds… "On the tightrope of life, only one thing allows us to move…

  • Loose Ends, Apologies and Clarifications

    I owe my kids an apology. I implied in XOXO Nina Barbara that they were slackers in the Mother's Day department. I didn't intend to, but nonetheless, reading back over it now, I understand why my sweet Tommy slipped a pressed flower into the card he sent me with a note explaining "I couldn't let…

  • Slip Slidin’

    "You know the nearer your destination, the more you're slip slidin' away." – Paul Simon Ah, that's how it feels this week, just slipping and sliding, doing my best to stay on my feet. I'm standing at the door of another weekend wondering how the heck I got here. Piles of junk, papers and boxes…

  • Grateful for #53

    Tom turned 53 today. If you've read much of my blog, you know I never take birthdays for granted, but I'm especially grateful for each one of his we get to celebrate. I've spent too many hours sitting in hospital waiting rooms praying for him … come too close to losing him too many times.…

  • Today’s the Day

    Yesterday I was stressing out, overwhelmed by how quickly May was filling up – its busy-ness is rivaling the Spring Green and wildflowers that are taking over Long Hollow. After months spent snuggling (and snoozing) on the couch, watching movies with Tom, suddenly I'm faced with a full dance card.  I'm socially out of shape. The…