“The tongue of the wise makes knowledge acceptable…” Proverbs 15:2 The crazy thing about processing life with words, is that those words continually parade through your mind in an endless display of options. Each event, each object, each occurrence plays out in songs and poems. Funny stories flow out of tragic circumstances and judgement and …
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Smiling Eyes
There is something to be said about the communication of the eyes. The smile in one’s eyes has the power to encourage and lift one up to the heights. This last several years of wearing masks everywhere we go has certainly confirmed that. With faces covered, we have come to rely on the eyes to …
Enlarged
It was just days before my mama left this earth. I was alone in the art studio. I was frantically moving out debris and old things saved for years in an effort to be busy with my anxious thoughts… What am I doing? How can I be doing this when my mother is dying? How …
I am Seen
I visited a little church this past weekend invited by my Niece. I was just an anonymous visitor, slipping in to be near to the worship and hear the Word of God. What I saw was a magnificent surprise. I saw fellow sojourners. I have been looking for a church home for awhile; a place …
What We Don’t Take
There are so many things we teach our children. As they are growing, we lead them, we show them, we tell them, we live before them. Then we release them to be who they are. We must think they need to know things to survive on the earth and they will need to teach their …
More For You Bess
My mama wore her little hoe down to a nub. She worked that garden every chance she got right up until the year before she died. I guess she came by that work ethic honestly. She grew up on a farm, picking cotton at the ripe old age of five. Everyone worked. The heat of …
Asparagus Garden
I learned to work a garden following after my mama. I still remember being little and putting the seeds and dirt into my mouth as she worked among the plants. She laughed at me and asked, didn’t I know that I would grow a great beanstalk in my tummy if I ate the dirt and …
The Scent of a Life
We cling so tightly to this earth. We hold ‘things’ so dear. We save and store and display and fill our houses with the pieces of life along the way. This collecting is part of ‘hunting and gathering’ and preparing and protecting our families. We pass our treasures along to our children and our children’s …
Fort Building in the Valley
When I was a kid, I loved to build forts. My brothers and I spent most of our time outdoors, constructing stuff. We lived in our tree in the front yard. We dug tunnels. We used sheets and blankets to make elaborate houses. When my dad cut the grass, I would use the grass clippings …
I Can’t
“Can’t never did anything until he tried.” Those words ring through my head. Usually on the tail of some episode in my life of complaining, bitter crying. My mother recited that overused saying to me on many an occasion. I must have been a whiny child in the face of difficulty. Oh, the burdens of …