categories & labels

Recently, I decided to completely reorganize our DVDs. Our move last year gave me the perfect excuse. Instead of the boring, typical, alphabetical system I had used previously, as I unpacked our movies, I divided them by genres. We’ve got action, adventure, fantasy, inspirational drama, literary drama, etc. (And now my husband can’t find anything, since I made up some genres. But it makes sense to me.)

Categories simplify. They make life easier. And anything can be divided into categories, even people. (more…)

a foray into photo-poetry

Creation’s Benediction

 

 

May the rising waters
Erase the years,
And drown your fears,
And dry your tears.

 

 

 

 

May the dancing waves
Grant you peace.
May you find release
And laugh with ease.

 

 

 

 

 

May the sunlight shine
And warm your skin,
And sink right in,
And glow within.

 

 

 

 

 

 

May the tranquil trees
Guard your solace,
Provide a calm space,
And a still embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

Come. Arise.
Throw off restraints.
Dance with the waves.

 

And thank the One
who by His hand
has made the sun,
and filled the sea,
and formed the land.

 

boldness and carts

Do you ever struggle with boldness?

I do. Maybe it’s because I’m an introvert. Maybe it’s because I have an overactive imagination and I can see all the ways being bold can go terribly, terribly wrong. In any case, I had a boldness-possible situation today.

Confronted with an ever-growing list of needed Target item, I decided if I didn’t go today, the list would just keep growing until it took me five trips to carry everything up from my parking spot.

That thought (and some coffee, of course) gave me the motivation I needed – I threw on my purple chucks, grabbed my lime green purse, and caught a lift down from Homer. Ten minutes later, I was wandering into Target.

The lady in front of me stopped just inside the doors, telling the salesperson she was looking for her sister, so I maneuvered around her to grab a cart and went on my merry way. Though maybe not so merry — after a few feet, my cart let out a robust “wacka-wacka-whirrrrr.” Oh well, I thought. At least people will know I’m coming, right? (Sometimes I try to look on the bright side…)

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