This is not exactly my wheelhouse: writing a very bloggy blog which could appropriately occupy space on Pinterest (though, it shouldn’t. Seriously. Don’t pin this. You will lessen the credibility of your board.) BUT I have been asked by several people about planners because I’m neither shy nor subtle about my obsession with them (a good portion of my Instagram is comprised of photos of coffee and my planners). So! Here’s my quick and dirty *planner post. How I Use My Planner Certainly to schedule – I don’t trust my technological abilities enough to rely on my phone and I thoroughly enjoy the act of writing by hand. To center – I’ve…
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Wilting Well
The roses wilt and I let them stay here, dying in the dingy vase by the winter-dirtied window. They sit on the food-stained tablecloth in the kitchen I have nested into comfortable beauty – it’s home with dirt and all. Because roses die lovely and I catch them in my quotidian busy, find in them a small sabbath while I labor. May I die lovely, too. In the dingy vase of this imperfect life – full of pain and aches of still-not-getting-it, full of disasters most unnatural, winters that make my lenses foggy, too. When I miss the beauty in decomposing – didn’t he say he made all things new?…
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Here's To You, Maya Angelou
Today I can’t help but weep for such a powerful, dignified, honest voice gone from this world. But I haven’t read any more of Maya Angelou than your average 20-something has done. What I have read I’ve loved, but I can’t say I am “familiar.” Her words aren’t my relatives, my companions. They are my fond acquaintances, I have visited infrequently. But I weep. Because a voice like hers is rare. Even nominal awareness belies her profound grasp on what it means to be a human. And today has been colored with her work and her style and her laugh and her story. I have heard “Still I Rise” three…
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Um, Your Kingdom is Showing…
And then there’s this. We see so much bad news – kidnappings, murders, deceitful business, crazy Sochi hotels – that sometimes we forget to look for the good. Dove is a multi-million dollar company. They are Big Business. And yet, they have heart. Imagine that! And something good that they did is spreading… {the kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed} The Kingdom doesn’t fit in a pigeon hole. You can’t wrap it up and present it as a How-To. It’s more nebulous than that, more porous, more… alive. So look at that. Dove Beauty and Jesus. All hanging out and holding hands. And Dove’s embrace of a little Light…
