cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Hunter. Close your eyes. What do you see? A lion? A wolf? An eagle? A snake? Do you see the shadow of movement in the grass out of the corner of your eye? The shadow from above? What do you hear? Do you hear the low growl? The screech from above? The rattle from below?…
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I learned early the best way to survive was to fly under my mother’s radar. Do what I was told, when I was told, exactly as I was told. Her way was/is the only right way. No exceptions. I was an “easy” child. I was a good student, earning good grades and comments from teachers.…
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I remember the first time I held my granddaughter in my arms. She was minutes old. As I looked at her, she looked at me. She looked into my eyes, and I into hers. Her eyes were deep and rich, almond shaped brown with deep blue halos that only newborns seem to have. They were…
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“And why do we fall, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up.” Thomas Wayne in Batman Begins, 2005 The rhythmic cadence of his canter under me was familiar and soothing. It had been awhile since I had last ridden, but my heart found a piece of its rescue on the back of a…
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A treat was toast, thick with sweet creamery butter and sugar on top, velvety crisp with pops of crunchy sweet granules between our teeth.
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Those lines in the sand? Those are mine.
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“Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” (Isaiah 43:18–19, ESV)
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