Posts Tagged: living

“The Practice of Wearing Skin”

Over the holidays I read Barbara Brown Taylor’s book An Alter in the World. Tumbling down another road into another year, her words reverberate, reminding me to stay present and to overflow with gratitude. This excerpt comes from the chapter

“The Practice of Wearing Skin”

Over the holidays I read Barbara Brown Taylor’s book An Alter in the World. Tumbling down another road into another year, her words reverberate, reminding me to stay present and to overflow with gratitude. This excerpt comes from the chapter

More from the Journal

I’m marrying off my best friend this Saturday at 10:00 am. We are all full of love and anticipation. The preparations have left me little time to write, but standing on my soap box for vulnerability, I share yesterday’s journal

More from the Journal

I’m marrying off my best friend this Saturday at 10:00 am. We are all full of love and anticipation. The preparations have left me little time to write, but standing on my soap box for vulnerability, I share yesterday’s journal

UPDATE 6.3.13

Well, I only missed my deadline by one month and two days. Even so, I’ve felt the tugs of my blog reeling me back. How about a quick recap of the last few months to quell your curiosity? Since my

UPDATE 6.3.13

Well, I only missed my deadline by one month and two days. Even so, I’ve felt the tugs of my blog reeling me back. How about a quick recap of the last few months to quell your curiosity? Since my

The Standards We Erect

She’s down there. At the bottom of the well at the bottom of my heart breaking her fingernails to climb out. My self. The real one, the one I actually am. She gets flooded though, by the mainstream waters always

The Standards We Erect

She’s down there. At the bottom of the well at the bottom of my heart breaking her fingernails to climb out. My self. The real one, the one I actually am. She gets flooded though, by the mainstream waters always

Keeper of a Little Piece of Farmland

On this particular Sunday we take an unknown gravel path. While we’ve set out for the cotton fields that line Beaver Dam Church Road, Andrew notices an off-shoot trailing behind the Baptist church. A reaped field shoulders us on the

Keeper of a Little Piece of Farmland

On this particular Sunday we take an unknown gravel path. While we’ve set out for the cotton fields that line Beaver Dam Church Road, Andrew notices an off-shoot trailing behind the Baptist church. A reaped field shoulders us on the