Hi Dad, It’s been a week since we said goodbye. It is still surreal. I think some parts of my heart still don’t really believe it, but then I start to text or call, and the sting comes flooding back into my eyes. It’s true. The nightmare really happened. Now, time is playing tricks on … Continue reading Hi Dad
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Thoughts from a Daddy’s Girl
I was never a “typical” girl. Of course now we know, none of us were. Girls are all complex individuals with differing personalities and interests, but before we were allowed to explore those we were trained to fit into a “typical” girl mold. I did not. I was what you call a Tom-boy. Meaning, I … Continue reading Thoughts from a Daddy’s Girl
Dancing Light
I live in a deciduous forest, meaning I am surrounded by hardwoods. I pretend I am in a treehouse when I sit on my porch. To sit among the trees transports my imagination. When the wind is blowing, the leaves sway. The rays of sunlight filter through the leaves creating dancing light. The stronger the … Continue reading Dancing Light
Martha’s Garden
One thing Mom and Dad have always had in common is their love for flowers. Wildflowers particularly, but any flowers are a treat. I remember, when I was a kid, Dad would get up early and go for a hike on the mountain. Probably to take pictures. He would bring back a plethora of flowers … Continue reading Martha’s Garden
The Sound of Many Waters
From the time I was a little girl, I have loved the sound of running water because it calls to me. We had creek in our neighborhood that we had to cross on the way to the pool. I regularly dillydallied on the way home to visit with the creek. In the mountains, I knew … Continue reading The Sound of Many Waters
Creation’s Song
Creation speaks to me. Always has. The smallest flower, the highest mountain…all of it is inspiring to me because it points me to the one I love, who loves me. Rain is my love language. The moon is my muse. The thing about nature is it is rarely silent. There is always a song. In … Continue reading Creation’s Song
Rainy Season
Rainy season greeted me with open arms upon my return to Uganda. I woke from my exhausted sleep to the sounds of Thunder. His voice here is deeper than at home, a bass to be sure. Instead of rolling around the mountains and echoing through the valley, his noise skipped across Lake Victoria like a … Continue reading Rainy Season
My Dearest Lake Trail
My Dearest Lake Trail, I am writing to tell you how much I have missed you these past months. My heart has been as bleak as the winter weather, which seems to be never ending lately. I know in the past I have visited even in the cold, but for some reason this year … Continue reading My Dearest Lake Trail
The Silence of God
I sit in silence on my back porch, contemplating. The leaves are worshiping all around me in a kaleidoscope of color. I sit and wait, for what? I do not know. I am drawn inward to listen for words which do not present themselves. I have found in order to jiggle them loose, I … Continue reading The Silence of God
Rainy Sunday Morning
The rain is falling, gentle but steady. Slow enough the birds are still singing and the herbs in my garden still have their faces raised. There is a squirrel on a branch just a few feet from where I sit on my porch. He has found a clump of leaves just over his head and … Continue reading Rainy Sunday Morning
Michelle's Mosaic 