Last night at Pursuit, where the crew and I go on Wednesday nights for worship and fellowship, we listened to the message given by our friend and pastor. He talked about light in the darkness and being that for others. But the one thing that stood out to me and that I've carried in my… Continue reading A New Verb
Author: Tara @ I Might Need a Nap
The Sign on the Path Oft Taken
First, this is not a political post or commentary. That would be breaking one of my Daddy's major rules for life--do not talk about politics in general company. If you know me at all, you know I try not to ever disappoint my Daddy--or my Mama for that matter--even still. I try to give them… Continue reading The Sign on the Path Oft Taken
on your birthday, six years later
I know not how many times the light had to bend and turn on its way from the sun to earth only that the years that it spent reflected in your laughter your smile and your eyes blessed me and so many more besides each ray that made its trek across the 93 million miles… Continue reading on your birthday, six years later
Twinkly Trees and Traditions
Last night I drove down my street towards my home at the end of it, and I noticed tree lights in a window. Happy yellow-white glowing twinkle lights. My spirit responded with a standing ovation, claps and cheers included. Then I broke out of my mental auto-pilot and realized they were my happy lights. I… Continue reading Twinkly Trees and Traditions
TRASH
New Year's Eve. 2018. So much to think about and ponder upon and yet, I remember the old wives' tale about sweeping. Don't sweep on New Year's Day or you'll sweep someone out of your life. I don't want to review memories and stories and sweep them back into my memories. And so I find… Continue reading TRASH
oh September
time to bid you farewell though it seems that you just walked across the grass wet with dew a few short mornings ago knocked on the door satchel in tow, announcing your arrival there you stood dressed in your blue jumper pants rolled up and barefooted from summer, pockets filled with this and that trinkets… Continue reading oh September
the swing
I sit outside on the porch as a warm breeze blows through and twenty-two years disappear the sun shines bright, illuminating a golden afternoon, and there you are, carefully taking one step after another holding the hand of the one you adored and who cherished you right back she leads you to your birthday gift… Continue reading the swing
apricity
she is comfort the sound of rain on the faded tin roof the hum of the needle making stitch after stitch the first ice cream of summer, dripping down the cone the smell of tea olive blossoming beneath the starlit sky the sound of her voice on the other end of the line reassures me… Continue reading apricity
Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
Cooter was sick with his standard Sunday evening 12 hour stomach thing two weeks ago. I don't call it a proper bug, because there's never any rhyme or reason to it. He doesn't run fever or have any other symptoms. Just every so often--occasionally--he will have stomach trouble to the point of vomiting a few… Continue reading Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
Book Launch Joy
The folks who know me best know I have a love of books. One that has me counting my books as some of my most prized possessions. I have my favorites that I’ve had for many years, and I have books whose release dates are circled on my calendar. I have books on my Kindle… Continue reading Book Launch Joy
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