taming of the shrew
I took a Shakespeare class once upon a time. Most people thought I was crazy; I thought I was maybe smart, however, I think they must have been right! Anyway--I loved the sound of the poetry, the syntax, and the obscure way Shakespeare presented a thought. Who knew...
belief required
Belief. We can say we believe, but do we? When the way grows rough and the storm looms close do we believe as much as we did when the way was smooth and the skies clear? When it feels like you cannot catch your breath because the waves are crashing with increasing...
desperate
Desperation. It's one of those emotions that I try to avoid at all costs. Desperation reeks of humiliation. If I'm desperate for something then I have to embrace/admit the truth that I don't know everything. I have to accept the fact that I cannot do something on my...
holy confidence
I come from a line of frugal, do it yourself, 'where there is a will there is a way' kind of people. It's a legacy I appreciate as it has served me well. But like with all good things, there can be an edge to it. An edge that says, 'I've got to take care of this'. In...
soul imprint
My soul imprint is probably a little screwed up. A little. A lot. It varies day by day. I take comfort in knowing that you too have a little mess-up in your life. It makes me not feel alone. And yet that solidarity can be a trap. It can fool us into thinking that we...
will you pick me?
Have you ever felt like you are standing with your hand waving in the air, 'pick me, pick me?' Maybe as adults we don't really do that but I think we all have that desire to be picked. Chosen. We ask: Pick me for the job. Pick me because I have something valuable to...
mirror mirror
Mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all.... The face looking back at me runs through the litany of comments.... fat ugly selfish prideful wounded graceless blunt tactless opinionated dominating controlling manipulative jealous this list could grow and...
What’s in a name?
Is it our name that makes us who we are or who we are that marks us with our identity? How many feuds have been won and lost simply over a name: The McCoys and Hatfields, The War of the Roses, or The MacDonalds and the Campbells. If you were born a Campbell you were...
commitment vs surrender
Which does the Lord want? Does he want my commitment or does he want my surrender? What exactly do these two words mean? I tell myself that I need to be more committed to spending time with the Lord. I need to be committed to loving people and serving others. But it...
quiet growth
I have been pondering growth a lot lately. It is probably due to this conference I have been asked to participate in that has me thinking about soil and seeds and water and nutrients. I watched my babies grow and celebrated each milestone and worried over each...
my rest
Resting is one of the most difficult thing for me to do. I usually have a book in hand, design articles to peruse, photography tutorials to practice, or talking to whoever is nearby. If I actually rest, where I close my eyes and still my body and quiet my mind, I last...
a new you
There is something about a new year, whether it be a new school year or the turning of a calendar page to a new month, that can fill us with anticipation and excitement and plans. I know myself well and know that it is futile to make those resolutions that I am sure...