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Looking for the North Star

Thoughts and scribblings on this one beautiful and ordinary life and in it all, finding the North Star that points towards Home.

“Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, "What! You too? I thought I was the only one”― C.S. Lewis

May 3, 2019

I thought I knew what bravery, courage, faith and hope looked like. Until recently, I put these characteristics into a neat little box with missionaries, martyrs, or spiritual giants I had read about, like Corrie ten Boom, or Elisabeth Elliot. But lately, I've begun to...

May 3, 2019

My peonies are just beginning to break through the ground. I look forward to their arrival after I cut back the dried up, tired shrub every fall. They are in my front flower beds, and the first flowers you see when you walk up to our door. Their absence is felt and not...

April 9, 2019

I slipped the forest green sweater over my head and sighed happy. It fit perfectly and I loved the color, even under the terrible lighting in the dressing room. Mentally I checked my way through the pros and cons. It was on the spendier side, and hand wash only, but th...

February 25, 2019

"Anyone who thinks gardening begins in the spring and ends in the fall is missing the best part of the whole year; for gardening begins in January with the dream." Josephine Neuse 

As I sat tucked inside a cozy restaurant, I had a view through the windows of snow siftin...

January 30, 2019

This stillness after Christmas and lull before Lent is my least favorite time of the year.  Sometimes there is snow, but usually there is just biting wind, brown earth, and icy roads. I usually huff and eye roll my way through these months, complain loudly, and suggest...

November 20, 2018

Having a clean and tidy house matters to me. It calms my soul to see clean floors, straitened chairs, and clear counter tops. However, the entrance of four children and a dog to my life has turned our home into faux clean. Meaning, don't look behind shut doors or too c...

October 8, 2018

A new school year is here. The summer days are tired and ending faster, the trees are just taking on a tint of color, and the evenings are mercifully cool.  The cricket's song is winding down and the geese are beginning their migration.  The idealist within me loves th...

September 19, 2018

I plunked the squirmy baby down in the sand and began to fill a plastic mold of an ice cream cone.  I made animated noised and smiled big as I flipped the mold over. "Ta-Da!" I cheered as I uncovered the mold to reveal a perfect replica of sandy ice cream.  The baby sq...

August 24, 2018

There is a thick layer of dust on the bookshelves, smoke in the air from late summer fires, and laundry piled high on our dining room table. This is the summer of no air conditioning and this week in August it has been well into the 100's.  At night the windows are flu...

August 1, 2018

Most days as I navigate this journey of motherhood, I feel a bit like a clumsy hiker, bulldozing her way through the forest making a terrific racket as she goes, and yet, miraculously, still stumbling into a clearing and coming face to face with a deer. It is moments l...

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