Here is the world.
Beautiful and terrible things will happen.
Don’t be afraid.
–Frederick Buechner
Category: Photographs
Dreams
“A single dream is more important than a thousand realities…” –J.R. Tolkien
Our dreams are immensely powerful because they take us in new directions we would never have imagined and open new horizons we would never have otherwise seen. Even if our dreams are never realized in the exact manner we expect, they still transform us and the direction of our lives in myriad ways.
easing back into writing…
It’s been so long since I’ve written anything here, thanks in large part to my old friends the chronic migraines, I don’t know where to start. I’m completely flummoxed. I do have one bit of news, actually one very large bit of news: I finished my Master’s in Theology!! Until I got the phone call from my advisor telling me I passed my comprehensive exams, I really didn’t think I could do it.
After all of the setbacks–shingles (yikes!), depression relapses, chronic migraines, my neck injury, neck surgery, and subsequent neck pain, and good old fibromyalgia–I think I had lost my belief in myself. And strangely, now that I’ve achieved one of my dreams, I feel at loose ends a bit, wondering what comes next? What will be my personal legend, to paraphrase Paulo Coelho?
Ordinary Things
It isn’t the great big pleasures that count the most; it’s making a great deal out of the little ones
–Jean Webster
A Minnesota January Photo Essay
Christmas 2014
“Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Savior’s birth is celebrated
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.”
Shakespeare, Hamlet
Transitions
Wordless Wednesday: Minnesota Autumn Retrospective
Fiona adores her chewsticks
Squash blossom
Our little neighborhood duck pond
Fiona snuggled in
Autumn haul from the Mineapolis Farmer’s Market
our cranberry tree
Fiona!
Apples in mom’s old Shafer Mill bowl
Chronic Grace 