I don’t want this anymore. Adulthood. Responsibility. I just want to walk down the sidewalk into the trees, past the highways, to a stream where I can just sit and stare at the sun ripple over the currents until the dark quiet — where I can sleep and forget who I am, where I was,…
Read MoreWe’re all getting older, but I feel even older than that
It’s been a whirlwind week. I’m 32, as of Tuesday. Not a big deal — but my beard has spontaneously sprouted white hairs. My neck seems to constantly hurt. I mysteriously forget the most basic of things – but I think I did that before. Maybe. I was able to visit with beloved friends and…
Read MoreWhere has all the quiet gone
Today I have officially lost all of my “quiet” spots. I no longer care if anyone walks into the bathroom; my last haven of peace. R.I.P Peace. It’s not a horrible thing. It’s happened so slowly. As Abbie walked in while I sat reading this morning I realized I did not care – not a…
Read MoreElliott is 3
We celebrate Elliott’s birthday today. Unfortunately he is not at 100%, being up most the night with cough and most likely a sore throat. Soon we’ll be heading down to Totter’s Otterville with Mom and Dad — which Elliott has been asking to do for over 2 weeks now. Last night Sonya made cupcakes. We…
Read MoreLayers of Providence
The layers of God’s providence astound me, yet I still don’t trust, I still doubt His love and fear for those things which I cannot control. ++ It’s rare that we get to do much spontaneous. On Tuesday afternoon Sonya asked if I had much work do – to which I could only say I…
Read MoreBloviate
A house divided cannot stand. I hate politics. I understand fairness. I do not understand trying to point out any little thing, however unsubstantiated, on news and TV that makes us seem like the beast. The perpitrator. I know many believe this to be truth. That perplexes me. Did we behead anyone? Did we fly…
Read MoreIt’s a mutiny!
Yesterday we had a 3C’s family picnic most the day; outside at Parky’s Farm. It was hot. Kids everywhere, running free, as moms chit chatted about jeans that flatter their hips or whatever. I tend to keep to myself in large settings. I’d rather not indulge in conversations about nothing with someone I don’t know….
Read MorePlease Lord, make them go away
Brave Sonya. She was able to catch 2 cicada’s, at the request of Abigail – who is inexplicably in love with the amorous bug. She named them “Wing” and “Wing” and kept them in a small, frosted plastic bucket (the kind that sidewalk chalk or a zoo of toy animals is kept in). She carried…
Read MoreThe cloud of a new storm
It’s closing in on 1 am and the rain picked up the beat and through the window sounds like an army. Far off I can faintly hear a few patters of thunder in a muted clap long after the flash of lightning has gone. Then it whispers. Almost quiet. Soothing. Flowing away in the river…
Read MoreThe plot of life
Our lives are stories intertwined. Sometimes incongruent, sometimes parellel, sometimes merged after a long journey down a stretch of road — providentially guided. All the characters and plots begin to add up, build upon one another. Two stories come together. And then another. Some briefly, some forever. Some steer you another direction. Some lead you…
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