Healing, like Grief, is not Linear

I sat with my anger long enough, until she told me her real name was grief." Boiling hot water poured over lemon juice with a teaspoon of local Maui honey, a cup of cozy to welcome in this chilly spring morning. My top covered in a sweater, my legs wrapped in a fleece blanket, just… Continue reading Healing, like Grief, is not Linear

Ash Wednesday and the Start of Lent

“We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us: we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.” - C.S. Lewis in his letter to Father Peter Bide on April 29, 1959 It's just past 3am as I sit ever so upright on our cool leather couch, checking… Continue reading Ash Wednesday and the Start of Lent

The Uses of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift. - Mary Oliver, "The Uses of Sorrow" This is one of my favorite poems. It's been an old friend the past decade plus. It comes from Mary… Continue reading The Uses of Sorrow

Sunday Morning Cinnamon Rolls

Yesterday, I mapped out what I wanted to prioritize this Sunday morning. Regardless of how much pain I felt from my muscle injuries and lack of sleep (unless of course I really couldn't function, then I would forgo said plan...) I wanted to bake cinnamon rolls for the kids this morning. I also really wanted… Continue reading Sunday Morning Cinnamon Rolls

valentines surprise

After a morning at church yesterday followed by leftovers for lunch, cleaning out the car, then sorting and folding loads of laundry and washing all the dishes that had piled up, I asked Ken to take the kids outside to play while I secretly prepared a little afternoon valentine's party for them. First, I set… Continue reading valentines surprise