It's amazing how we automatically move through the simple tasks of our days in the middle of crisis. Sometimes it's the only thing that holds us together.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Fall came early last week and she was a welcome guest. The cool, crisp mornings cut through my skin and suddenly I am awake, alive again.
Even if we're strong enough to carry heavy things, there's only so far we can go before our bodies give out from fatigue. Our steps slow to a halt and then we stand still, and full of burden, waiting for the reprieve.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
I was raised in Clemson, South Carolina. It's where nearly all of my childhood memories reside. After years of living in North Carolina we moved back there. My kids are now growing up in the very place I grew up. It's a precious thing.
But I've discovered we are not just born and raised in one place and by one person.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
She had one foot on the silver platform of her scooter and the other on the cracked black asphalt where the tree roots had tried to break free. He stood close, looking curiously at what she held in her hand. I'm sure it was some type of insect or plant or other natural treasure that our wooded yard offers. It was the closeness that kept me watching through the blinds, studying them.