From the monthly archives:

January 2010

Our Walk

January 26, 2010

The crunch under boots, whining about the sun in their eyes, left over rain water running down the street, it escapes to the drains.
We are on a walk.
Living out in the sticks means a “walk” is more of a hike through this low country, and an outing that requires water and an extra diaper shoved [...]

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A Life Altered

January 20, 2010

I sit on the porch, watching the blue sky — it is much more blue than ever before. I can’t be mistaken, can I? This really is the bluest ever. Those clouds over there, the white puffy way that they appear, grow and mold, and dissipate into the next as they race across the sky. [...]

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Knit In Her Mother’s Womb

January 18, 2010

Quietly we walk across the sand, packed down by the tide, now low. The immense fear I had in the car ride over seems to instantly, supernaturally disappear as I take each step. All I can hear now is the surf. I watch the sun, feel the wind and know I’m surrounded by the love [...]

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A Glimpse

January 16, 2010

**Sweet smelling flowers into the sea for their sweet sister

Yesterday was Mabel Love’s service. Just our family and our pastor and his family. Small, sweet, short. But oh. Profound.
I am still soaking it all in, the time we dedicated to her. All of it. I want to wait a bit before I write it all [...]

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On Remembering

January 14, 2010

As I wake up, I see the colors. The yellow and orange of the sun rising for the day, breaking through effortlessly. The sky that once seemed hopeful now seems to apologize. I’m sorry, but I must keep rising. I haven’t forgotten, but I have a job to do.

Once a sign that brought excitement of [...]

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Held

January 12, 2010

There was no way to see it coming, it hit me too quickly. This was the biggest wave yet.
I stretch and bend, trying to ease a clean sheet snug onto my bed. To smooth it out. A smooth bed is a tiny triumph right now.
That’s when I find them. Two tiny knitted socks.
A gift for [...]

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Living Water

January 11, 2010

I step into the shower. Scared. The steam makes my breath catch, mirroring how my heart feels. I can’t catch my soul-breath. A crushed soul can’t breathe.
This is the first shower. The first one since…
I’m scared because the shower is my thinking time. The time when I reflect, get ideas, think about my writing, my [...]