Accepting Grace

We’re spending a week camping and working at Payette Lake in McCall. It’s like normal life but with walks in the forest, yoga on the beach, ukulele by the fire, deer in our campsite and mountain bike rids in between work and…wait no, it’s better than normal life (even with the day the rain made me crazy). I didn’t post last Monday, and like everything else, it seems to be easier to fall out-of-intention than it is to maintain good habits. Until you’ve done something long enough for it to become your lifestyle (or if it’s both easy and pleasurable) you have to put conscious effort to continue. Years ago, we started using cash for groceries and gas money. It click to continue reading…

But the greatest of these is a misnomer

I’ve been sick since the beginning of the month. At first, I thought it was just my Idaho allergies on the fritz because of the different climates I’d spent time in last month. But then, on Mother’s Day, I declined. It took two weeks and several days of antibiotics, but I’m feeling better. I didn’t leave the house the second week and was even relegated to my room for a few days. It brought to mind that melancholy brain fog of sequestering which I felt during parts of the pandemic. It was hard to concentrate even though I had the time to dedicate. Fortunately, several people visited or texted and I am thankful for the kind of love that reaches click to continue reading…

Keep Waiting

We’re still in Hawaii but we’ll come home this week. We have another trip at the end of the month, so all the plans have me thinking my husband’s description of traveling: Hurry up and wait. Years ago I learned about the idea of choosing a word for the year instead of a resolution. It was popular in the online writing community and I have been doing it for awhile now. My word for 2021 was “wait,” so I have spent some time contemplating it. I was actually glad to have it because everyone was so “over” 2020 and expecting the calendar page-turn to instantly change everything. The word kept me from unrealistic expectations because I knew it wasn’t the click to continue reading…

What choice gives you

I used to make myself finish a book before I started a new one. Somewhere during the last year or two, I picked up a second book and before a hot minute, it quickly spiraled. My currently-reading shelf is almost competing with my to-be-read shelf and I feel like I need to rein it in. It might have something to do with getting into books above my pay grade. I’m still picking through The God Shaped Brain by Timothy R. Jennings, M.D. He says in that video (link above/video below) they used to believe a placebo effect meant that pain was in your head, but modern brain science has shown that what you believe can create physiological responses. It’s not click to continue reading…

Coming home after you run away

My friend ran away for an hour when she was young to tell some girls why she couldn’t play with them. When she came home, her mom and dad made her sit on the front curb while they had a meeting without her, to discuss whether they would allow her back in the family. I told my parents I was running away, once to each of them, and a few years apart. When I didn’t follow through, both times the response was, “Why did you come back?” I had to humble myself to answer. This is probably a strategy for many parents who don’t want to deal with the drama and genuine fear of a little one who runs away, click to continue reading…