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day thirteen: less is more

In 30 days of beauty on 03/01/2010 at 8:32 pm


I’m simplifying.
Trimming away the day-stealing excess.
Doing one thing less, not one thing more.
Learning to ignore.
Establishing a daily routine rather than a schedule.
Cleaning smarter, not better.
Less time at this keyboard.
More time scrawling in ink on paper.
And loving it.

How are you simplifying these days?

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day twelve: happy times ten

In 30 days of beauty on 02/26/2010 at 12:40 pm

   
Spring birthing red and fuzzy just beyond the kitchen window.
The Word coming alive in John’s first epistle – marinating in it, day and night.
Short, unexpected chats with my not-so-little brother, defending freedom in a far off country.
Her ever-expanding vocabulary: pwobabwy…unapwopwiate…cowwect.
Braeburn sweetened breakfasts.
The afghan my grandmother crocheted, warming us at night.
Candlelit dinners for no reason at all.
A newfound romance with paper and ink.
Simplifying (more on this later).
Sunshine on a stem.

Sara tagged me for this list of 10 happy things. If you’re here, consider yourself tagged.
Tell me what you’re loving in the comments or link to a post of your own. More 30 days of beauty here.

day ten: 30 days of beauty

In 30 days of beauty, things pondered on 02/21/2010 at 7:28 pm

 

As much beauty and mystery
lie just outside my door,
as in the deepest reaches of the sea
…if I only have eyes to see.

day nine: sanctuary

In 30 days of beauty, things pondered on 02/18/2010 at 4:00 am


From one window, morning rushes in. Evening lingers long out the other.
Six panes of light are temporarily etched across our path each afternoon.
My grandmother’s birds float quietly overhead.

I bustle and scurry.
She scatters cupcake plates in my shadow and plans another party.
He appears in the doorway as the sun sinks low.
Eyes ever twinkling, no matter how wearying the day.
Strong arms. For tossing her. For holding me.
We race to fall in.

The days stories unfold in familiar fashion.
We light candles, ladle nourishment, and laugh.

Soap and cinnamon. Scents mingle.
Clanging. Banging. Gurgling. Humming.
And this unlikely cathedral, in quieter hours – a sanctuary.
Thoughts rolled and rumbled.
Tears cried and dried.
Prayers whispered.
Dreams birthed.
 Washing. Wiping. Kneading. Stirring.
And I am being made.

day eight: 30 days of beauty

In 30 days of beauty on 02/17/2010 at 7:12 pm

day seven: 30 days of beauty

In 30 days of beauty on 02/16/2010 at 12:03 pm

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I’m back in the swing of things over here. Thanks for being so patient.

day six: 30 days of beauty

In 30 days of beauty on 02/15/2010 at 3:12 pm

My valentines enjoying the white wonder.

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