saw

I used the miter saw yesterday for the first time in I can’t remember when. Strangely, it took me a moment to recall how to unlock it. Just a brief moment. It all came flooding back to me, though: the how-to, fear, sorrow, and recklessness. Woodworking doesn’t evoke any of these emotions; it was what … Continue reading saw

doors

There was a time when I did a lot of singing. It feels like it was in another life. Wild how your days can become compartmentalized between the closed doors of seasons. It can feel like a dim corridor, walking through and considering the thresholds of days long gone. Some doors I dare not broach. Some … Continue reading doors

creating

It’s been awhile. I have missed this quiet space. I remember when I first secured this domain in 2014 and it felt like I had bought real estate — a place to build something beautiful and meaningful. It still has that feel to me. This is a sacred space for my heart. It’s been busy … Continue reading creating

The birds are louder than the thunder this morning. As I step outside well before sunrise, it feels like I have cracked the door to some ancient time, and am walking into a cathedral choir of songbirds. The acoustics — the kind you can only experience with high ceilings and insulated walls — swell about … Continue reading

This week’s weather has been like heaven. Heaven if I controlled the thermostat, anyhow. My zinnias are showing wild, and the roses bounced back from the heavy rains. They’ll give me an encore of a show beginning of autumn, but will most likely start to melt a bit when it turns summer for good. I … Continue reading

We made it back from the mountains. Back to the humid and soggy patch we call home. Think all we missed was rain. What I did not miss was the bugs. Our van stayed bug-guts-free until we headed back south. Way too many creepy crawly things here in Arkansas. I did enjoy the lack thereof … Continue reading

home

I tailgated a chicken truck most of the winding way home from town. It looked like it was snowing. White feathers for snowflakes in the last of May. I had already taken a wrong turn that sent me right back to Bentonville, tacking on an additional 40 minutes to my drive home. I was only … Continue reading home