Watching her walk away always gets to me. Both of them – when they leave me there is always a longing that whispers, Be alright. Stay longer. Are you warm enough? Call me later? Love you. I offer polite silence when people tell me (as if I’m just a wee thing) that this… Continue reading lump-in-throat and yucky-ucky change
Seasons mean change and change hits us funny.
I am in an in-between place. That place where I’m Not This Anymore and I’m Not That Yet. It’s a lot like packing for a trip; I need to decide what to take and what to leave at home. I’m shifting shapes, God is sanding me, and for once I’m not resisting. All in all,… Continue reading job turbulence, choppy seas, and moving from fear to fierce
Cats are joy-maestros. They conduct their existence entirely for joy, and I think non cat-people are threatened by this. Or they just hate them for being detached and untrustworthy, or they hate being cuddled at will. I’ll wager that dogs might be just as joyful. Forgive me, dog lovers; I have one too and he… Continue reading fisher, joy, and secret sauce