We have a phrase at our house. Follow the Peace. We have tried to teach it to our kids, even while we ourselves have attempted to follow our own advice. Whenever there is a major decision to make, follow the peace. New job? Follow the peace. New home? Follow the peace. New career? Follow the … Continue reading Follow the Peace
Inspiration
September 12th
One blink and 20 years have passed. Yet, the horrors of 9-11 seem as fresh as the day they happened. The footage I have seen every year brings it all back like it was yesterday. I am glued to the TV, just as I was then, because I have a need to watch it again. … Continue reading September 12th
Relax
I don’t know about you, but lately I have been feeling a great deal of tension. Not from my own life necessarily, though there is always plenty in my world to deal with. This apprehension is coming from the outside. I don’t watch the news. I am limiting my social media time. Still, there seems … Continue reading Relax
Refugees
What to say? What to write? No one needs my opinion on world events added to the cacophony of voices and noise, yet I feel compelled to speak. Obliged to write. To be a voice for the voiceless. If for no other reason so that they may be “heard.” I am referring to the refugees … Continue reading Refugees
The Painting
A misshapen hand grasps the paint brush with the skill of one who has painted for millennia. The canvas is blank. It is a new piece beginning. Not that it will be all that different than previous pieces. Same colors, same textures, same layers…just in a different order. A new form, an experiment really, as … Continue reading The Painting
The Language of the Falls
Minnehaha I hear the sound as soon as my foot hits the trail. Rushing water. I breathe deeply. Inhaling with intention. Exhaling tension and stress. Closing my eyes. Inhaling fresh air, peace soaks into me through the sounds of the water. Opening my eyes again, I begin my hike beside the river which is swollen … Continue reading The Language of the Falls
New Hope
Forsythia is waving her wild hair in the breeze and the cherry trees are following her lead. The pears are mostly changed out of their lacy white gowns into their green dresses to join in the dance. All shades of tulips are showing their faces to the warmth of the sun. All around is a … Continue reading New Hope
For All that is Good
For all that is good. For all that is Holy. For all that is sacred. I lift my face. For all who weep. For all who mourn. For all who have lost. I lift my voice. Between Friday and Sunday there is lament. Distress. Regret. Grief. Between Friday and Sunday there are tears. Weeping. Wailing. … Continue reading For All that is Good
My Confession
Five years ago, I had a dream. There was a tall golden tower. It was beautiful and gleamed in the sunlight. I went into the tower, up the elevator to one of the highest floors. There were several ballrooms on this floor. They were full of people worshiping. There were speakers preaching. It was a … Continue reading My Confession
January 4
Another excerpt from Words to the Weary. I love this one. January 4 How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God. ~Psalms 84:1-2 I want to be your dwelling place, Weary One. I want you to be … Continue reading January 4
Michelle's Mosaic 