Pursuing Life I would pursue who I was as a young girl. There’s this beauty of complete abandon that children embody. The freedom to dance & twirl. Sing without regard of melodies hitting a sharp note instead of a flat. The awkward questions & phrases. The disregard of what is “socially acceptable.” The lackContinue reading “Pursuing Life”
Author Archives: kamillecscellick
We Remember
How We Sing ‘Happy Birthday’
Paleo Shepherd’s Pie & Apple Sage Sausage Patties
A couple years back, as the cold fronts began emerging & the nights grew dark long before supper time, we sat to enjoy a meal with friends. Reflections of ourselves in the window, sitting around the table, as Melissa brought a piping hot casserole to the table. I was dismayed to see the casserole, becauseContinue reading “Paleo Shepherd’s Pie & Apple Sage Sausage Patties”
Our Call towards Hospitality
I’m gripped with the image of the table. How powerful this tangible place where people gather can be used for over indulgence & sustenance, for community & exclusion of it, for encouragement & criticism. How this flat surface with four legs is so much more than a constructed piece of furniture. Leaving Relevant allowed theContinue reading “Our Call towards Hospitality”
Choosing Stew
You run into your home & look at the time. Drats, it’s only 30 minutes before dinner time (maybe you can stretch it to 40 minutes), but everything you have on hand requires time. Time is not what you have. Soup echoes in your head, yes, soup. I have some chicken broth or atContinue reading “Choosing Stew”
Our Little Cow & Queen of the Fairies
New Mercies
Just when I didn’t know if the fog would lift, especially with the loom of six months worth of rain, this morning being awoken to sunshine is dew on the grass. His mercies are new every morning. When living in Bellingham, one must never forget two things. One is never miss ingesting Vitamin DContinue reading “New Mercies”
Dress Wearing Football Player
My Eyes Lift To the Hills
Jumping, lifting, pulling, slamming. These movements came from returning to the gym yesterday. One thing that has been hard after my miscarriage is returning to the gym. Perfectionism spills out when I never knew it was lingering. It doesn’t measure up, considering I don’t feel the need to do everything just right. I’m okayContinue reading “My Eyes Lift To the Hills”
Backdoor Hospitality 