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Winterpast: September 2011
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The season of singing has come. Friday, September 30, 2011. Blessings 101 to 110. 101 The Oxford comma. 102 Flashes of unexpected virtue. 103 Freshly laundered shirts. 104 Clean water to drink. 106 Hand-knit Afghan from my sister. 107 The safe delivery of Hannah Marie Poole. 109 Rich, outdoorsy scents of autumn. 110 The anticipation of total joy. Links to this post. Thursday, September 29, 2011. Blessings 89 to 100. 89 An evening with storytellers. 92 The crunch of dead leaves. 97 A late-blooming rose.
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Winterpast: February 2012
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The season of singing has come. Saturday, February 18, 2012. Blessings 242 to 250. 242 O, blue sky! 243 Promise of spring. 246 Patience commensurate to the small catastrophes of life with baby. 248 Hope that it might yet be different. 250 Tasting his daddy's porridge (and liking it). Links to this post. Thursday, February 16, 2012. Blessings 234 to 241. 234 The way he holds my hand in his sleep. 236 His absurd little diaper-bottomed hula dancing. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Winterpast: December 2011
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The season of singing has come. Friday, December 2, 2011. I Love You More. Our son entered the world twenty-seven days ago - one rotation of the earth for each of my trips around the sun. He came in wailing, as all of us do, a writhing ball of fury at the cold and the light and the trauma of birth. He is quieter now, asleep against my breast, drawing small, quick, breaths that sound like the opening of a door hung on old hinges. I always say, "I love you," to my mother when we hang up the phone. I've bee...
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Winterpast: January 2011
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The season of singing has come. Wednesday, January 19, 2011. Here's twelve things (people and fuzzy animals were saved first) that I would rescue in the event of a fire. What are yours? 1 My rubber stamp that I use to mark things "DONE" in giant red letters. 2 My childhood diaries. 3 The Bible my parents gave me for my thirteenth birthday. 4 The letters my husband and I wrote to each other during our courtship. 5 My laptop (It frightens me to think of how many vital documents I have not backed up.).
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Winterpast: October 2011
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The season of singing has come. Monday, October 31, 2011. Blessings 178 to 181. 178 A steeple rising up through the morning mist. 179 The season's first frost across a great green field, like the breath of God upon a mirror. 180 Leftover snow cradled amongst the tree roots. Links to this post. Saturday, October 29, 2011. Blessings 171 to 177. 171 An early snow. 173 Every hour that brings me closer to holding my baby boy. 174 A new friend. 175 The tree that has burst into glory outside my patio. 143 Helpf...
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Winterpast: Blessings 225 to 233
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The season of singing has come. Sunday, January 15, 2012. Blessings 225 to 233. 225 Excellent service at a restaurant. 226 Remembering all the good that has happened. 228 Cabernet sauvignon with overtones of caramel. 229 Remembering how to ice skate. 230 A look of boyish freedom on my husband's face. 232 A panoramic view. 233 Sleeping in on Sunday. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blessings 225 to 233. Blessings 219 to 224. Blessings 212 to 218. Blessings 205 to 211.
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Winterpast: May 2012
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The season of singing has come. Saturday, May 5, 2012. Blessings 251 to 253. 251 The return of warmth. 252 A lost thing found. 253 The quiet of the fountains in the courtyard. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A California transplant to northern Virginia, seeking justice, sanity, the quiet of the woods and the communion of the saints. View my complete profile. Blessings 251 to 253. Into the Heart of Africa. The Last Seven Weeks. One of my best friends from Westmont, Phoe.
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Winterpast: Blessings 219 to 224
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The season of singing has come. Tuesday, January 10, 2012. Blessings 219 to 224. 219 The cut tulips, plunging toward the window, that remind me to seek the light. 220 The soiled diapers that tell me he's getting enough nourishment (how worried I would be if there were no diapers to change! 221 The marveling width of his eyes as he contemplates a pot of yellow roses. 222 This gratitude, this feeling of absolute blessedness. 224 Nerdy people and their fascinating conversation. View my complete profile.
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Winterpast: November 2010
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The season of singing has come. Tuesday, November 2, 2010. Poems for Jesus: Things Born. 8216;Neath the ice there lies, hidden from my eyes,. A brightness now dormant and dimmed. In the deep, cold ground, far from sight and sound,. Waits a tulip with scarlet brimmed. Never I hear in the wood dead and drear. The life that is raging within. The sap in the bough that flows even now. And promises leaves for the spring. As the old year wanes and the new one gains. But the nights stay long and dark.