A Song Not Scored For Breathing

If a person could caress a house that is what I would do. Wrap my arms wide around the whole house and caress it. Thank it for being such ...

There are days when I say bring back the paper and pens and write the old fashioned way. Ban the keyboard. Kill the idiot whose sole job it...

I hope I never get over the surprise. I hope I never take it for granted and I hope I never assume that when it happens it somehow means I ...

I spent most of my day cleaning at the old place. After I have washed walls and cleared the house of everything it never fails to make me w...

My thoughts these days are on moving and how hard it is to relocate even if it is only 2 miles down the road. I told my daughter today that...

I am still wading through the waters of learning to think for myself. Some days it feels like I am wearing hip waders full of water while I...

I have always hated Mother's Day. Every year it's been a reminder of what I didn't have in a mother and also what I haven't...

Sometimes on this journey I feel like I am slow to 'get it'. It's probably no different than any other stage of the journey, it...

Ok, so daisymarie tagged me in a blog game. Here's the deal: I have to pick 5 or more of the following occupations and post my answers ...

Moving day is coming soon. There's a lot of stuff to get rid of before that happens. A garage sale is on the agenda for the weekend. ...

I'm just too weary to blog. Never ending days of packing for a move and not enough spoons to go around. I'm not taking the time to...

Falconbrother is one of my favourite people who post at the Brennan Manning Message Board . He always gives me food for thought. I love h...

Such weird thoughts come into my head at Mass. Sometimes I wonder if God wants me there just because I seem to get quiet enough to listen. ...

I remember how shocked I felt several years ago when a friend of mine talked about the spirit of a passage in the Bible as opposed to only t...

Last night in the candle lit darkness I was listening to this CD by Andrew Peterson and wondering what it looks like to have joy in every c...

Do you ever wonder what grace looks like? I think in my mind it is like a huge weeping willow tree - arms of grace sweeping the earth, shelt...

It is such a joy to read posts from other bloggers that give me hope. I tend to see the dark side of everything first and have to really st...

I don't know if this ever happens to you but it happens to me. Something tells me I should rejoice but to cringe and slink down in my s...

I have posted about the Spoon Theory before and I am not trying to sound like a stuck record but this is the second day in a row where I ha...

If I sound self absorbed lately, I am. If I don't sound self absorbed, I sure feel like I am. And for once I don't think it is nec...