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The Joy of Remaining and Watermelon

This summer has been marked by rhythms which are a bit off beat. Perhaps they are syncopated, mostly beautiful, but different. As women we establish routines and traditions, often following the seasons and the calendar as we make our life within our family and home. Our old normal, the paradigm we grew accustomed to when our children were young was one of embracing summer, racing headlong into the three month...

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Rest and Ratatouille

In summer, metaphors are as plentiful as buzzing bees. Here is one with its nose buried in a hollyhock. Here are half a dozen more darting among the clover. Summer is a gradual unspooling, and I see the picture of it everywhere: rosebuds unfurling, pea vines and morning glories curling and uncurling. Summer is for slowly, but surely, unclenching our fists, letting our hurried shoulders drop, and leaning in toward...

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Signs of Life: on Play, Beauty, and Rest

Rest requires that we be who we are and nothing else. A life built upon Sabbath is content because in rhythms of rest we discover our time is full of the holiness of God. ~Shelly Miller, Rhythms of Rest If May almost did me in, June was trying to finish me off. Our family schedule had been a spanking, and I was still unsure of what all we had done...

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Manna in the Desert

I stand in the shower and let the hot water soak into my hair and run over my ears. The rest of the world gets muffled, and I find the quiet and space I long for there. No one is climbing me, touching me, needing me, calling me over and over again. I inhale the steam and exhale the weight off my shoulders, and I will the 5 minutes of...

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Winter Party with Grain-free Chocolate Cupcakes

A winter party is one of my favorite ways to remind me to keep celebrating life. This was true as a fourth grader too. My golden blonde hair lay straight falling in my face. Sweeping it back to focus on weaving the purple & pink construction paper for my Valentine heart envelope to receive the next day’s Valentines.    My nine year old heart knew nothing of the 16 year...

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In the Habit of Hospitality

I am allergic to goals and averse to resolutions. I love to dream, but I prefer my dreams in rosy shades of vague. Details and action plans make me tired. Oh, January. Oh, month of optimism and ambition. I love you. But I do not trust you. * Or, perhaps, I do not trust myself. For though I am no setter of goals, I, too, long to turn over that...

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Advent: Waiting, Listening, and Hearing

wait (verb): to look forward to eagerly “Advent: the time to listen for footsteps – you can’t hear footsteps when you’re running yourself.” Bill McKibben "I am hunkering down right now. I don't know where I am. This year has been hard. I have not lived this year as I wanted to; I have had to live this year as I needed to with all that has been going on." A...

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Friday Feast: Cauliflower Soup

 Among the many gifts of the Autumn season, hot soup in warm mugs on cold afternoons and evenings sits at the top of my list. I wait for this all year. In my house, (as is probably true for many of you too), we have a variety of dietary constraints. I've got nut-free, people, dairy-free people, people who only like chicken nuggets or pizza, my husband eats a Keto diet, while I am...

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