The Dance
and of course with Shelly
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This post is fourth in a sporadic series on a book I’m reading that is changing my life: God in the Yard, by LL Barkat. This is not a book review, per se, more of a book invitation.
Ready to Make Friends with Poetry? ⟶
Elliott Bay, Seattle LM Johnson–Used by Permission I glanced out the window last week and thought to myself, How will I know what to wear to school today if I don’t look at the weather? An important question, given this is the Pacific Northwest and the weather is painfully, annoyingly, precociously changing all the time. Then…
Years and miles evaporate like the season’s new-birthed fog, leaving the strong, bright gleam of friendship lighthouse true. Holding true like the trees weathered through decades of sun as we weathered our own wearying waves of life, lapping at the edge of our friendship, threatening to erode the years of tears and laughter, the space and…
The ocean has always been an anchor of home for me—particularly along the Southern California coast. I spent all of my growing up and teenage years near there and most of my best memories involve the sand, the sea and the surf. There is a lot of life…
Every year at Christmas our kids get my husband and I a jigsaw puzzle. This year Santa pitched in and we actually ended up with three puzzles–birds, the beach and kites–our three favorite things. A great Friday night date for my husband and I is to build a fire, turn on the music and puzzle away….a simple, quiet joy…
After the garden— The giving away, the giving up The ghastly truth poured out, Words like threadbare sheets Could not cover the lies, I do not know him! Yet He Who Can Be Known Returned for this one, Walking first in The Way Then across the waves, Wooing with words and An outstretched hand, Covering…
It’s your breath in our lungs As we pour out our praise, Pour out our praise, It’s your breath in our lungs As we pour out our praise To you only. All the earth will shout Your praise Our hearts will cry, These bones will sing, Great are You, Lord. It’s your breath in our lungs…