Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

First: a visual representation of why I barely get to write here anymore: Every time I sit down to write – or, well, do anything – my little friend sprawls his limbs across my full length and displaces my book/laptop/sewing/whatever. These years are fleeting, so I let him, but that means creativity sprouts, flowers, and…

I am a hibernating bear, ensconced in blankets on the couch from now til spring. This is an impulse I always have this time of year, and Omicron has exacerbated my worst tendencies. I once met some folks from Buffalo at a wedding who talked about loving winter because they adore snowshoeing, snowmobiling, etc. etc….

Spending the morning trying to get motivated. Things to do, but the couch is cushy and blanket is warm and the latest Louise Penny novel is so fun. The children are pawing through the last pile of unsorted Christmas presents next to me. They should be putting them away but they keep getting distracted by…

I will offer you the sacrifice of thanksgiving* and call upon the Name of the LORD. Psalm 116:15. This Psalm excerpt was included in my Divine Hours morning prayer today. The phrasing “sacrifice of thanksgiving” struck me. According to my two minute google search, in the old days of the Hebrew Bible you would offer…

What punishments of God are not gifts? From my vantage point on the couch I can see the clouds moving swiftly outside – “scudding” I would say, if I were writing a novel. A cold front is on the way, welcome to all of us as it has been a clammy, stifling 80-something degrees along…