I wandered out to where the birds gather. On the way, I prayed for a few tender moments. The ones that seem like they come straight from the heart of God the Creator and seep softly into mine.
Jon took this pic of me last summer. I’d been outside in the sunshine and knew my hair thin, but that’s often the way it is with cancer. I didn’t know it then, but my hair situation was about to change. After my recent zap of radiation, it went from thin to sparse. It was time to consider a new option….
Most of the time, I like my coffee hot, dark, and black. I like my tea iced or hot, and my favorites are Herbaly (LINK), green jasmine, and I enjoy a strong cup of stevia-sweet (10 drops per teacup) Earl Grey almost every day. Now and then, a little stevia in my coffee is dessert. A cup of chamomile/lavender before…
These photos happened last July on a day I walked our wildflower fields the way I often do. It’s my normal practice to take at least 2 snaps of each picture hoping if one doesn’t turn out, the other will. I didn’t know until I got back in the house that I had taken two uniquely focused photos of these…
I started this writing retreat with high hopes. The set purpose of intentional, dedicated time would bring results my word counts increased. Each day would be full of the quiet contentment that comes from writing. I had a plan of action, and Christmas-like anticipation rose in my spirit. Then, life took a sharp turn. While I have no idea today…
When It Makes No Earthly Sense – A Nature Essay – by Joy DeKok He (Jesus) said to them, “Cast the net on the right side of the boat, and you will find some.” So they cast it, and now they were not able to haul it in, because of the quantity of fish. John 21:6 ESV For over a year,…
It Could Happen – A Nature Essay – Joy DeKok Author Note: I have no idea if this young blue jay is male or female. When we saw each other, I spoke to it as if he was male, so I use the male pronouns when talking about him in this essay for simplicity’s sake. The young blue jay flew…
As a reader, I sometimes find myself attached to where the story takes place before connecting with the characters. It started with Laura Ingalls Wilder – the prairie fascinated me. Later, reading Perry Mason mysteries, it was the courtroom. When Jan Karon’s Mitford series released, I never wanted to leave town.
The other day, on my way to the tree I love, I was distracted by loveliness along the way – a normal occurrence for me.
Some of you who have read Between the Lies have asked if Olivia’s abuse story is also mine. After all, authors write what they know – right?
Not always. None of the men in my family or life hurt me that way.