Tag: daughters

the decadent disaster of love

the decadent disaster of love

Sometimes the thing you do for the right reasons has the wrong results. You never know, when you love big and hard, exactly how the narrative will uncurl.

Better than you could ever imagine is always a possibility.

talking granola : food that speaks

talking granola : food that speaks

There’s a cluster of things I feel holy about which are totally earthy and wholly temporary – except that they speak truths to me about immeasurable joy.  Baking is on my short list. Granola making stirs up stories which waft through the kitchen like steaming cinnamon […]

spoon stories and the matter of value

spoon stories and the matter of value

I was learning to summon worth any time I’ve ever had to name myself instead of waiting for a title. Just like my mother. This week I was softly reminded of when my lessons began.

Taking out the taped up wooden box where my silver sleeps and opening it up last week made me woozy. It was too beautiful. Thanksgiving gave me the chance to put it to work, feeding people once more, but not before it took my breath away.

How do you keep from losing your balance?

How do you keep from losing your balance?

The habits that make our life feel strong and sound underneath our feet are the ones we have tweaked for their highest functionality and comfort – both ends are the same.

The rhythms that work get chiseled to fine features in a life that stays steady when the struggle is real.

Is it okay that I’m not you?

Is it okay that I’m not you?

I like originals. One of my favorite things about life in Christ is unveiling his fingerprints together. We don’t have to all be the same. Isn’t that fantastic?