at the scent of rain

In just a few weeks from now my family are leaving the nation I’ve called home for the past decade. I have avoided this space. I haven’t dared to feel, but now it’s pressing on every side. Every wound caused over the past ten years coming to to the forefront of my mind. Every word […]

tiny anchors:

”To the untrained observer, my morning beverage may look like bean water in a cup, but to me, it’s actually something more profound. It’s a tiny anchor, lending a bit of certainty and familiarity to uncertain days. It’s a small thing, but it makes a big difference. Traditionally, an anchor is “a device that prevents […]

Laughter, like a revelation.

Fresh from the desert, Clear eyes formed by storms, You were holding my face all along, I couldn’t mistake You; though I tried, You, Fear-Dismantler, The One Whose face I have been memorizing, Line upon line, Daughter. Treasure. Mine. Cradled. Enclosed. Unveiled. Redemption songs, screaming ever louder, Overtaking yesterday’s nightmare, Tomorrow’s pain, These rains are […]

fear is never a remedy.

Nor is it ever my life-blood. My identity, Or any part of my song. All is new. I used to write only for His eyes. I cannot place any of my fingers on the reason my scribbles became something I decided to share. I began to blog in 2007. Some days I would write(and end […]

thirty nine weeks

Dear my tiniest treasure, I have wondered when to write this for months.  Never did I imagine that at thirty nine weeks you would be lying upon my chest, your heartbeat no longer an echo but a sound. You are mere hours away from two months of age but your age still bears the name […]

things i love:

being beside my husband in our car and him reaching across to stroke my arm tenderly. 2. the scent of LUSH’s Brightside bubble bar. 3. anticipating post(snail-mail to my american friends!) 4.  the tree beside the radio station near our house, that always lets me know i’m home. 5.  how the sound of the Gilmore […]

darkness will scatter.

I wake up with the bridge of a song that includes those lyrics dancing its way through my heart one morning. Darkness? In the most glorious season of my life? To a loved one with lesser insight it may indeed appear that this season must be glorious. Without question, it is. It is also the most difficult. She […]

this is my brave surrender.

“Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” -Terry Pratchett These windows are different. When it rains here I can see the droplets, so small and perfectly formed. This is not home. This rain is so unlike the storms i am used to. This steady rain will always come if […]