Mother Speaks Do not throw it away, we’ll use it for patches. We can always eat bread—and eggs. Na-yo.* Are you reading again? Still not done the dishes? You could always weed the garden. Homework? Early. So much to do. I’ll be in the garden. Don’t be listening on the line. Felt pens! Can you… Continue reading Mother Speaks (NPM ’16-Day 19)
Category: Personal
Spring’s Debutantes (NPM ’16-Day 16)
Spring’s Debutantes Party deb Pansy and, before her, Crocus whisper in royal shades of an amethyst queen. Frilly Lilac and loose-limbed Wisteria trailing scented clouds of hocus-pocus languid on trellis and bower lean. The starchy Tulip sisters dressed in flames bring to this dance a daring new criteria, strut a bold contrast to spring’s purple… Continue reading Spring’s Debutantes (NPM ’16-Day 16)
Gratitude (NPM ’16-Day 13)
I had a lovely experience of gratitude expressed to me last weekend. A bit of backstory. Years ago, it became customary for our church's small groups to discuss Sunday's sermon in their meetings. The church office provided sermon notes for that. In February of 2011, the pastor responsible for small groups asked me if I… Continue reading Gratitude (NPM ’16-Day 13)
Monday is washday (NPM ’16-Day 12)
Monday is washday Sunday night sees piles of clothes segregated in lights and darks reds and prints, huddled together dreading the morning. Machines go through their cycles pour, churn, whirl, whir. Monday air is sweet with dryer sheets damp with clothes-horse hangouts. A half hour in front of the TV pairing, folding, and—Voila! our closets… Continue reading Monday is washday (NPM ’16-Day 12)
Spine Wisdom (NPM ’16-Day 11)
Spine Wisdom Nature never stops talking in a conspiracy of light, earth against your cheek, and a round slice of moon. Here on the ground witness the weather of the heart in patches of Godlight and a tumbled stone. “Everyday greatness,” says the Noticer “is inscribed in the art of work, won in the battlefield… Continue reading Spine Wisdom (NPM ’16-Day 11)
The glitter of old age (NPM ’16 – Day 4)
The glitter of old age Alas my greying hair has its own highlights. Bags under eyes don’t appreciate sparkles on lashes attracting attention. Glitter in makeup enhances the sculptured neck chiselled chin, fresh strawberry lips. My wattles and pursed mouth prefer something less showy. I go for the glitter of old age— The luster of… Continue reading The glitter of old age (NPM ’16 – Day 4)
Storm Chasers (NPM ’16-Day 3)
Storm Chasers The sun shone from Mother’s eyes most days until the weariness of caring for many children sowed clouds into the furrows of her forehead and impatience brought easterlies, even squalls. “Can we go? Please!” Getting an answer from Dad was like moving a ship through the doldrums. We budged him to “We’ll see”… Continue reading Storm Chasers (NPM ’16-Day 3)
Bold – I ask, “Why not?”
Today we're talking about Donna's one-little-word, BOLD. My dictionary defines it as "1] having courage, fearless; 2] showing or requiring courage, daring, a bold plan; 3] presuming unduly, brazen, forward." When I think of bold, too often that third definition comes to mind. I don't want to have a pushy, brazen, putting-myself-forward boldness. But the… Continue reading Bold – I ask, “Why not?”
Fine Dining
I love the one-little-word SIMPLIFY, Linda Kulp's word that we are exploring this week. (I think I will chose it one of these years.) I love a clean counter top in my kitchen, my desk cleaned off at the end of the day, Friday afternoons when all my house surfaces gleam after dusting. I love… Continue reading Fine Dining
On the Threshold
I seem to have impatience in my DNA. WAIT—Holly Mueller's one-little-word for 2016—would probably be a good choice of a word for me one of these years. In the spiritual realm we've been told quite plainly to wait for God—to reveal the next step, to act on our behalf, to bring about His desired result,… Continue reading On the Threshold
Violet Nesdoly 