These witchy trees, bare and lifeless, cold and leafless:
One might wonder where life has gone and if all hope is gone,
receded into the dark earth. But
in one moment, that gifted second,
a nub of green sprouts, a speck of promise appears, and the sleeper rises,
stretches to the sky. Renewal happens once again—
from death to life.
That these dormant praises in me would rise again, unchained.
That these sleeping sermons once more would reach my mouth that I may speak of Your wonder,
once again.
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Under the Street Photography
Because it technically isn’t street photography, I am calling it under the street. When capturing pond reflections and innocent bystanders walk along the border of the pond, their images become an impressionistic part of my watercolor art. 🙂
Doing and Being
If my value is in my doing, not just being,
I will forever be disappointed because
my doing changes with life’s seasons;
and my doing can be done and undone.
My doing is often enabled or
prevented by
factors outside my control; and ultimately,
my doing is never enough to change things,
to shape things,
to mean anything . . . really.
Being—
to be in Christ should be enough.
In my frail and fragile soul, let it be.
Ah, Humans . . .
Ah, humans . . . the other white meat!
Photographs by Lilly
Caption by hubby
Menacing look by Night Heron (even in the day!)
I Miss My Father
I miss my father.
Not the last, lingering days when the ravages of Parkinson’s stripped his body of strength and dignity,
not the growing quiet and dimming light, the betrayal of senses with the ambush of age and degeneration,
not the loss of skill and purpose with increasing dependence.
I miss the stories, the laughter, the dropping of the false teeth to scare innocent children.
I miss the sawing afternoon naps in the recliner, the dirt between the fingernails, and the smelly old farm boots.
I miss him, dusty and weary, still willing to amaze his children at day’s end by playing a bit of softball in the failing light—and hitting that ball to kingdom come.
I miss stealing sips of his instant coffee and codependent sampling of forbidden pies.
It’s the wisdom, I miss most. The forgiveness and acceptance, the knowing that in my stupidest moments, he was still…
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How to Cheat on Your . . .
Hey, do these feathers make me look fat?
Okay, I was going to say “on your husband,” but that would give you a totally false impression and use a misleading title purely for the sake of humor, which I would never be wont to do. But that said, this is how to cheat on your husband, leading him to believe that you actually care about weight loss.
- Every morning, move the bathroom scale a bit out of its place so it looks like you actually stepped on it and might even care what it says.
- When you just have to get those Trader Joe’s Joe Joes, buy 2 boxes. Every time you eat 3 cookies, you can take 2 out of the hidden box to replace in the carton on the counter. That way it will always look like you just had 1 at a time.
- When you go and share…
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