How have you experienced grace? From God? From other people?
Monday
Dance Like No One’s Watching
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Poetry with Feet
Morning walks are especially fun on those days when rain is blustering on the horizon, like a little boy full of energy, but it hasn’t quite come into itself yet. The air is full of wind and electricity, and in spring, all the flower scents blow everywhere and the green comes out to shine. On one of those days, I went for a long walk, wearing my rain jacket but only occasionally needing it. A poem started to form in my head (and of course I forgot my Moleskine at home) but I repeated it out loud to myself, tinkering with the sounds of the words until the neighbors probably thought I was crazy, to keep it fresh until I got home.
And now I’m going to get brave and share it with you: the first poem I’ve put up on this blog.
Raindrops on Roses
They’re little miracles, reminders of the beauty brought even by hardship, signs of joy even in the rain. They remind me of the song from The Sound of Music:
“Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens…
“bright copper kettles, and warm woolen mittens…
“these are a few of my favorite things!”
A Piece of Cake
This Monday takes the cake.
Literally.
I planned to start this week out by meeting my friend Ashley at Starbucks. Little did I expect her and her parents to step out of the car and hand me a big white box with a beautiful leather-bound book inside.
An edible book.
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And possibly my favorite detail: a big-eyed bookworm creeping around the corner 🙂