Good Sabbath

When night comes on with song and tale we pass the wintry hours;
By keeping up a cheerful heart we hope for better days.
We tend the cattle, sow the seed, give work unto the ploughers,
With patience wait till winter yields before the sun’s fair rays.
And so the world goes round and round, and every time and [...]

Indeed

We must meet reverses boldly and not suffer them to frighten us my dear. We must act the play out. We must live misfortune down!
-Betsey Trotwood in Charles Dickens’ David Copperfield.
Maggie Smith (who plays Betsey T.) says this with such dauntless sparkle in the movie version I saw a bit of yesterday, I couldn’t [...]

Ain’t life grand?

Oh what a day! I’ve been trying to get a coherent post together since two days ago when I was delayed for three hours in the Nashville airport. The oddest of circumstances have stymied my efforts at every turn. I’m up near Boston visiting a friend and by a weird twist of events, ended up [...]

Argh.

Sorry friends. I just lost a page’s worth of a post. I’ll rewrite it all out again when I’m a little less droopy-eyed with sleep. We three girls swam for over an hour in a crashing storm of an ocean that felt cold as ice, and then we trekked shell-strewn miles up and down the [...]

To hoping…

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked [...]

Framed In

My usual response to a settling of plans is to rearrange the spaces in which I daily exist. It’s a reordering, not so much of my physical world, as of the ideals dictating its shape. The flow of color and picture, the lay of scarf or angle of a candle flame is a framing in [...]

Every day… I mean it!

Believe it or not, I’m actually going to try and post every single day for a month, with perhaps some Sunday breaks. I might even keep at it after that. You never know. Since I am leaving for a road trip to the beach in a week, you might just get euphoric photos of the [...]

Hinds Feet

Going away to the mountains is always a good idea; especially if you want to interrogate God about what you are supposed to do with your life, while also letting him know you aren’t particularly pleased with its current particulars. I’m a bit befuddled in soul right now, so my mom, wisely, sent me packing [...]

A good Sabbath to you…

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Don’t worry.

After a morning of diligent work on niggling details, I drove over to one of the foothills near our house, a craggy king of a mountain named Mt. Herman. He has a fire-scarred face, knit back again with greening scrub oak and neatly planted rows of swaying blue spruce. Red dirt paths criss and cross [...]