Category Archives: On Loss

The Day the Music Died–August 28th & the Day it Began

The air felt crisp outside, slightly cold like only the onset of fall could bring.  Sun shone down and peace flooded my soul as I stepped out of my house to catch the bus to the university.  Jesus walked with me and I heard him say, “Willy’s going to be okay, you don’t need toContinue reading “The Day the Music Died–August 28th & the Day it Began”

Cashew Cardamom Brioche with Orange French Toast: Mother’s Day

It’s the glory of second trimester, while Spring is bountiful with early sunshine & late sunrises whispering of Summer on the move.  While the majority of the nation has seen weeks upon weeks of high temps, it is our little Pacific Northwest corner still bundled, crossing fingers that the sun will stay out long enoughContinue reading “Cashew Cardamom Brioche with Orange French Toast: Mother’s Day”

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”

Day 18 :: Pumpkin Pecan Scones & Needing to Be Still

  Last night as I stared at my screen to finish up Day 17 on INFPs & ENFPs, all I wanted to do was cry & pour out my heart of what I’m dealing with.  I did not want to write about Myers-Briggs (I know shock!).  I wanted to talk about how hard it isContinue reading “Day 18 :: Pumpkin Pecan Scones & Needing to Be Still”

A Time to Grieve, A Time to Dance

  Last Sunday at the end of the church service, the song was this: You have turned my mourning into dancing You have turned my sorrow into joy You have turned my mourning into dancing You have turned my sorrow into joy How do you sing a song when you are mourning? I can sing those words knowingContinue reading “A Time to Grieve, A Time to Dance”

Ebb & Flow of Tears

  I’ve been overwhelmed with messages, sweet emails, & warm hugs communicating…”You are not alone.” I wrote in Facebook status the other day, “the ebb & flow of grief. One moment life is carefree & the next tears. I’m reminded that sadness is okay & so are tears. I don’t need to be fixed orContinue reading “Ebb & Flow of Tears”

Growing Doesn’t Always Mean Visible

 Today has been a hard day.  Actually this week has been beyond difficult, more like tumultuous.  I saw at the Gypsy Mama’s 5 minute Friday the word, “Growing.” With all of the recent events, “growing” seemed to be just the word to use to write on what has happened.     I’ve been fortunate toContinue reading “Growing Doesn’t Always Mean Visible”