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I sat outside on the hammock tonight, ignoring the incessant clatter of my to-do list. Since launching our new company (have you seen our Visual Creatives website yet? We're really pleased with it!) these moments have been few and far between. Travel, connecting, doing, creating: these are the new words of my days. But not tonight. Tonight I sat and…

Inexplicable

[caption id="attachment_1792" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="Inexplicable"][/caption] Inexplicable. One medium sized word that inspired the entire direction of the second half of our lives. It is a great word, if you think about it. Life is inexplicable. It is filled with inexplicable moments of beauty followed immediately by inexplicable moments of sorrow. There is inexplicable illness, inexplicabe death. We see inexplicable fame (especially on YouTube!) and inexplicable years spent in obscurity. Once in awhile we thrill to inexplicable healing, provision, or direction.…

Finding the Rhythm of a Super Hero

Last night I watched a superhero in training crash into the side of a building. His jumping was just so off, the poor chunky guy. With the ability to jump to the top of skyscrapers and use them like giant's stepping stones across the city, he was skidding to the edge of each building leaving behind craters and chunks of cement. It was not elegant. "No Ordinary Family" is a new show on tv this fall, and it features a…

Life is so messy!

[caption id="attachment_1632" align="alignnone" width="200" caption="No, this isn't Toby. But it sure looks like him!"][/caption] There are some phases of life that are all about cleaning up messes. Oh, they are beautiful phases -- make no mistake -- but they are so messy. Babies create nothing but messes, which is hard to understand since they can't even move around on their own power! Toddlers expand that mess-making to an artform. As the kids get older, their messes get, well, messier. Your…

Feeling at home in your home?

When I was ten or so, my best friend lived a few streets over and her home felt to me like my home. We'd ride our bikes back and forth at the smallest whim. I remember one summer hopping on my bike because "Benny and the Jets" was on the radio, and it was our favorite song EVER. It was still on when I burst through her back door and shared the last bars of the song with her. Of…

Where do I go to quit?

I've been waiting all day to be in a resourceful enough mood to write my post for the day. It should have been easy: 72 degrees on a perfectly clear day in New Hampshire. The lake was so smooth I was able to drink my coffee while we were in the boat going full speed. That, my friends, is a rare event. Later, David and I got to have lunch with one of my oldest friends, Mark MacDonald. One of…

Snapshots at St. Arbucks: Book Review

Within minutes of meeting some people you know you have found a kindred soul, a new "tribe" member, a person who shares so much of your outlook that you know time and distance can't erase your friendship. I have been blessed by several of those in my life, including one with whom I've lost contact. Seems impossible not to be able to find someone in this digital age, but i can't find Denise, one of my bridesmaids. Recently I "met"…

How do you press the reset button?

I've been thinking a lot lately about the "reset" buttons in our lives: the things that make  us feel truly like ourselves. They are the small creature comforts we turn to at the end of the day, or the childhood home we run to in our memory or reality.  In our life, our children have often provided the reset buttons. As toddlers, nothing made them come back to their equilibrium point faster than a trip to a McDonald's play place.…

Starbucks Quote: The Way I See It #36

Today I have been juggling all the plates in the air, plates that make up the world that spins through our home. I'm frantically praying over them, hoping I don't have a broken mess of pottery on the floor soon. Spinning plates are beautiful in the air, but messy on the ground. Do you ever feel like that? Like all the components that comprise your life are precariously perched, and if just one drops then there will be a massive…

Grace

What an amazing word...Grace. Grace, that unmerited, undeserved, unearned favor that sometimes washes over us like a brand new creation, just for us. Grace. Have you ever been on the giving end of grace? There is that teetering moment of indecision -- because we are all imperfect creatures who struggle with any little bit of good -- when we ponder the power that is in our control. Do we extend grace or do we demand justice? But the grace, once…

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