Today is a good day to look up and around


Today is a good day to look up and look around and see the every day minute details that touch my life. It is in the noticing and naming of the mundane that leads to a calming of my restless soul. Just slowly breathing in my real life lifts the malaise that can blanket everything when I am rushing around in senseless haste. This ungrateful, UN-achored, aimless darting about leads to a heavy disposition that drapes over me and dampens all the delightful and colorful joy in my life. But there is a simple solution to this heavy, wet dreariness and it is to slowly stop the pacing and to quietly look up and around and see the every day minute details that touch one’s life.

So at 6:35 in the morning i see….

Capable and flexible Finger that find the needed keys to tap
The Ability to Feel my face through my ever so perceptive fingertips
To feel the delicate curvature of my eyelids and movement of my eyeballs through those eyelids, lips, cheeks, chin and a hair here and there. It is like going on vacation and exploring another country while sitting almost completely still at my desk. Discovering grace for my face. A face that allows me to be seen and to see  others; a face that communicates joys and heartbreaks.
The warmth of my cup containing a hot beverage on a cold morning
The ability to detect the faint fragrance of Bragg’s Apple Cider Vinegar
The mildly sweet taste of molasses
Two roaming cats – Nale and Moose- who wander around my cluttered desk looking for  attention and adventure.
The fragrance of the red candle preforming a private dance and the warmth that rises above the glass container in which the candle light flickers. Who can even understand how a flame melts the wax and the wick drinks up the melted wax and the flame uses the heated wax for fuel to create this delightful dance. Even this situation in all its simplicity is extremely mysterious, wonderful, powerful and dangerous and gives opportunity for deep reflection. I am thankful for The One Who Made the Sun. And thankful this sun is now coloring the horizon with pinks, yellows and brightening light on this Eighteenth day of November, Twenty Fourteen at five minutes after seven in Lubbock Texas.  Good morning, Friends. Join in the Thanks Giving.


The Secret Keepers

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Re-blog: Sharing someone else’s story with permission. Read this and share it with your people. We are not called to live lives of shame in secret. Know that there are many people who condemn themselves and hold the secrets tightly in their chests. But there is hope. We are beloved beyond human understanding. We are our sister’s keeper.

Mended Musings


I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to ask you to share this post. Reblog it, share it on Facebook, tweet it. Someone out there needs to hear this message today. Even if you think you don’t know anyone who has been abused. Even if you don’t read the entire post.

About a month ago I was asked by Dawn at WTF words, thoughts, feelings to contribute an essay for an anthology that she and Joyelle are creating for parents who are survivors of childhood sexual and physical abuse (learn more at

I submitted my essay but I also want to shine a bigger spotlight on this project because I fear that they may not get many submissions. Not because it’s not a worthy cause or because there aren’t enough people out there to contribute but because survivors of abuse are secret…

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writing every day

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I love it when I write every day. The rhythm of getting up early in the dark, fixing a cup of hot tea, lighting a candle and siting down without saying one word to anyone and allowing words to flow. This is a peaceful way to start a new day.
So why do I stop? Why is it so hard to stick with the very thing that gives me such great joy?
What draws me to the edge of the wagon when the ride is exhilarating and rewarding? Why do I stop breathing the breathe that refreshes me?
I already know not too many days will go by before I give in and don’t write one morning because it is a really busy day. And then I skip a boring day, and then another one for no reason at all except the habit of reflecting has been broken. I miss my writing routine from the very beginning and still I follow that pathway….

But here is the really cool thing! I have learned, at age 56, that I will be back at my desk early in the morning or late at night because writing gives me much joy. I will miss my pens as they lay still in the dark, desk drawer on these days when I am running around wildly caring for clutter and crisi. But sanity will return when the daughter is married, the baby has been born, or the graduation is over. And my healing routine will come back to me again. When I was younger I did not realize this yet. Slipping could cause panic. I feared that i would never get back to it but now I know I will and I am thankful for that. The rhythm is woven all through life -ups and downs- they will never end and that is okay. Perfection is overrated; there is goodness and grace all around me and all around you.

Happy, happy November to you, my dear fellow lover of words, thoughts, ideas,
I hope your Thanks Giving has begun in earnest.
Enjoy the rhythm of your life.

May November 2014 Forever Be the Time Thanksgiving Became Abundantly Clear to Me.


November 5th I am thankful God is not American, nor male, nor female. God is the Mighty Creator who sees me right where I am and cares about the pain in the world and will provide what is needed so we can be made well, God is Holy and invites us to be holy-set apart for a purpose- and in God is our Peace. Happy Thanksgiving. Let us make November 2014 the time we put fear in its rightful place and lived Joyful Thanksgiving for real.

Thanks Giving Month is Here


The candy has been passed out, the costumes have been crumpled away, and a new month is here. November brings relief from the heat of summer. Yellow, orange, and red leaves dance in the wind and pecans play hide and seek with all who are willing to bend down and be meek. This is a good time to give thanks for blessings that have come and continue to come our way, for daylight ends before our energy has been depleted and if we can resist the temptation of mind numbing, never ending electronic entertainment, we have time to reflect on the beauty that’s present in life.

Join me in writing out ways you are deeply touch by gifts around you. Gifts that no one needed to buy, wrap up or present to you. These gifts no one owns; they are freely distributed to all who will notice them. Let’s notice them and write them out, one by one, and reread them every time we feel down, left out, isolated or deprived. These gifts will bless with each reading and each remembrance. Share your list in a note to grandma, grandchild, parent, or friend. A cousin, sibling, or dear, sick neighbor might need to hear some uplifting words of thanks giving. Let’s pray our lists in prayers of thanksgiving.

May the end of 2014 for ever be known as a time of our great and joyful Thanksgiving. Look around right where you are and start your list… I am thankful for …. the connection with those who read these words. I am thankful for those who share their hearts’ experiences in pondered out words. There is no better time than right now to start giving thanks.

Traveling a Great Distance Enriches Our Insights

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Crossing the Atlantic

Crossing the Atlantic on the Holland Amerika Lijn

Innocent Childhood Fun

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Innocent Childhood Fun
Run, Run, Run
Ghosts N Goblins N Giddy Girls
Happy Halloween in all our worlds.
Let’s be braver every year
Enjoy life’s treats more than our fear.

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