Again Seeker
It’s a mess. A huge mess. When I called today to check on the progress of receiving the carpet for the den and getting it installed, I was floored (pardon the pun) to learn that our selection was on back order, and wouldn’t arrive until mid-July. It was supposed to arrive a couple of days…
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When you’re crazily again-ing, rest is a little evasive. A DIY dust disaster meant we had to clean the walls, the ceilings, the kitchen, the dining room, the sitting room, and well, the whole house really. But, we tuckered out, ordered out, and now we’re out for the night. ❤
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I know, right? Gross. But honey. Yep, the sweet stuff I put in my tea is nothing more than regurgitation, done right inside a bee. Not long ago I read Margaret Feinberg’s, “Scouting the Divine: My search for God in wine, wool, and wild honey.” It’s a fascinating read. Feinberg’s inquisitive, adventuresome spirit is refreshing.…
Read MoreTonight, I’m a bit restrained in my reword. I don’t know why I want to hold back, keep silent, restrain my communication. I think it may have to do with a new project I’m getting involved with to help asylum seekers who come to Dallas on a 13-hour bus ride from El Paso. I’m trying…
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My home is sacred space. It’s where I eat, sleep, and go about the affairs of my daily life. It’s sacred because Keck is here, friends and family are welcome, and strangers become friends. As I made the bed this morning, I felt the need to bless it. For good sleep, good sex, and good…
Read MoreEarlier this year when I heard the news the Aretha Franklin passed, I couldn’t help but hum the anthem: R-E-S-P-E-C-T. The repetition of the “re, re, re, re” kind of keeps me going. Franklin’s 1967 version became an anthem for women of the time. I’ve been very interested in the women’s movement and where we…
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Recrudescence is a new word for me. I love it when I find new again words. It means a new outbreak after a period of abatement or inactivity. Interestingly, Merriam-Webster it derives from the Latin, in which it means to become raw again. It sounds oddly like a bad rash. It’s used most often in…
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As you know, I’m a Jane Austen fan. A Jane-ite. Currently, I’m rocking my “Obstinate, headstrong girl” t-shirt and I just finished watching the Lifetime Channel’s rendition of Pride and Prejudice Atlanta. I know the story so well that when I see these remakes I’m always comparing them to the book itself. I loved the…
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Today is Pentecost Sunday. I’m often reminded of this musing from several years ago. I hope you enjoy it — is a bit of a meandering story. But one that I know brings the Comforter close to my heart. It was an annual event. Five days of nonstop GO. I will likely never forget the…
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It wasn’t a purchase we wanted to do again. We thought we did the right thing the first time. But, we didn’t. The floor in the den is uneven. When Macy was alive, we moved a chair a little bit. I took a tumble trying not to land right on her. The carpet was defective.…
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