There is a life/death/life cycle that no one wants to live too closely to. This week, as the full moon began it’s decent to the grave and the bluebells pushed towards the light and life waiting for them above the loose soil, a mirroring occurred in my own life.
I used to love to hate to clean. Then I loved to clean. Then I hated to clean. Then I loved it again. Some of this could have to do with a pregnancy and nesting cycle in there, but mostly it has to do with my need for purposeful tasks. Throughout the course of my... Continue Reading →
How much brokenness is just enough to let the hurt go and heal? I often find myself asking this when an object that my grandmother touched is changed, broken, or lost. Today, it is not my grandmother, her belongings or her memories that are changed, broken, or lost. The only variable in this equation of... Continue Reading →