Sunday morning has always been my favorite. The Saturday chores are all caught up, I've rested well and even slept in a little today. Now, I have a few minutes just for me before the wee one comes down from his bedroom and my love wakes up and we start our day together. It is in these few minutes that I sit on the back porch with a hot cup of coffee... gazing out over the lushness of the back yard and listening to the world rustle itself awake. I am in awe and inspired by the grace by which this is all possible and I'm thankful for another chance to experience it.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
what is worth writing?
Sucky browser won't allow me to use some parts of Blogger site...Ah well...it is supposed to be updated any day now.
What is worth writing? That is a question that one of my favorite college professors posed a long, long time ago. I don't remember the brilliant composition that was my response at the time. Today, what is worth writing is much different than it would have been back then. Today, what is worth writing is every bit of mundane minutia in any form of prose...for this is the stuff of which we are made.
What is worth writing? That is a question that one of my favorite college professors posed a long, long time ago. I don't remember the brilliant composition that was my response at the time. Today, what is worth writing is much different than it would have been back then. Today, what is worth writing is every bit of mundane minutia in any form of prose...for this is the stuff of which we are made.
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