Peace
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Puddle Stories | While I Was Looking Somewhere Else
I’ve spent much of the afternoon watching the trees behind the puddle. Every day, a few more leaves disappear, another branch becomes visible, and the view changes just a little more. Autumn has certainly given me plenty to appreciate lately, and apparently I’ve been so busy watching the trees that I nearly forgot to look… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | Letting Life Unfold in Its Own Time
There are things I would still like an answer to. Quite a few, actually. Some are small. Some aren’t. Why did that happen? Why did someone make that choice? What would have happened if I had chosen differently? Could I have done something differently? Why did something work for someone else and not for me?… Continue reading
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The Family That Was, and the Family That Became
A personal reflection on remembrance, belonging, and the histories we carry October 15, 1977. That is the day my dad died. I was seven years old, my sister Barb was ten, almost eleven, and my mom hadn’t even turned thirty-two. My dad was forty-three. This year will mark forty-nine years since his death, and I… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | Welcoming What Is Already Arriving
I can make change considerably harder than it needs to be. Not necessarily the change itself. The part beforehand. The imagining. The worrying. The rehearsing of every possible outcome. The mental preparation for things that may or may not happen. Sometimes I have lived through an event several dozen times in my head before it… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | When Peace Sits Down Beside Us
I don’t think peace waits until everything is okay. If it did, I’m not sure many of us would experience very much of it. There is almost always something. Something unfinished. Something uncertain. Someone we are worried about. A decision we haven’t made. A conversation we need to have. A bill that needs paying. A… Continue reading