• A Few of My Favorite Things

    December 9, 2015 Vibrant red feathers. . . and muted grey shadows, blazing orange sunsets. . . and silver-laced mornings, Yesteryears children filled up with sweet memories, these are a few of my favorite things. Girls in red dresses with happiness brimming, gingerbread houses with children’s sweet trimmings, heaps of confections. . . and bells… Continue Reading

  • Directional Challenge

    October 28, 2015 If self-love was available in a cup, it’d be bigger than Starbucks. It’d drink like morning sunshine, illuminating inner beauty, and taste like joy. At least, that’s what I thought until I came across a gem of a new concept. This concept changes the direction of self-love from something that flows inward.… Continue Reading

  • Ordinary Beautiful

    October 6,2015 There is always more than one way to see. Some see ordinary. . . while others see beautiful. Close your eyes and imagine a blade of grass . . . Did you see ordinary? Or, like this quote from Robin Wall Kimmerer’s book, Braiding Sweetgrass, did you see beautiful? Hold out your hands… Continue Reading

  • Tapestry

    September 27, 2015 Seasons come and seasons go as the tapestry of my life unfolds. Where does life experience come from? is it pre-planned? or merely coincidental? I’ve heard it said, my thoughts shape my destiny. This rings true with my soul. I’ve also heard it said, prayer is power. This also rings true with… Continue Reading

  • Wobble

    July 25, 2015 The nature I see around me. . . ‘is’. The butterfly doesn’t question, “Should I be a tree?” The tree doesn’t question, “Should I be a bird?” They know who they are. Their purpose is solid like that tree trunk. I envy their sureness, for I am a wobbler swaying in the… Continue Reading

  • Out of the Box

    July 20, 2015 If I were born in a box, there would be no mystery. I would know the corners of my world. . . recognize my limitations. . . know how far I could go. But I was born out of the box. There are no corners here. I gaze up at the stars… Continue Reading

  • Cicadian Rhythm

    July 18, 2015 Like a long dotted line the song of the cicada floats across the prairie. With seasoned awareness, old timers announce, “Six weeks till frost.” So soon? In the stifling heat with humidity thick as steam, it’s difficult to believe frost is so near. But Mother Earth is dependably predictable in her transformation.… Continue Reading

  • Moon Meadow Bloom

    July 15, 2015 This is a good day for personal reflection. Why? It’s my birthday! Since it’s my birthday, I thought I would share a bit about myself. So here goes. . . When I was a child. . . I spent a majority of my time barefoot in the treetops. I was a complete… Continue Reading

  • Beans In My Bonnet

    July 11 2015 There is something about a farmhouse porch which beckons long rocks in a rocking chair with a favorite book and ice cold lemonade. The Peacock Prairie farmhouse has both a front and back porch. The front porch looks out over the prairie towards the sunset. The back porch looks out over the… Continue Reading