There are so many amazing metaphors for life.
“Life is a highway. I want to ride it all night long.” (Cue singing, courtesy of Tom Cochrane.)
“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” (Right on, Babe Ruth.)
“Life is like a box of chocolates.” (Agreed, Forrest.) Continue reading “Power of story”
Rudolph the reindeer has hung around a little longer than normal this year.
Each December, a mysterious transformation takes place on a deer crossing sign in our community. Someone places a blinking red light on the nose of the deer to turn the street sign into a Rudolph decoration on the road that leads us home. Continue reading “The light that leads home”
It’s taken a while for the seasons to change here in the Inland Northwest. Rainy weeks and warm temperatures have kept the grass greener and flowers blooming longer than usual in our neck of the woods.
Yet, we know what’s coming even if we don’t feel it. Leaves have fallen. Baseball season is over. Clocks have been turned back.
Change is constant, yet it’s often hard to process. That’s why I’m so thankful for signs in creation that remind me there is a bigger picture, a consistent rhythm and order to this world. One of those signs is the deer who rests in our backyard. Continue reading “As seasons change”
Baseball playoffs are in full swing, and our family is just a BIT excited to still be watching the Chicago Cubs play in October. As our Cubbies continue their post-season run, our family has revisited some of our all-time beloved baseball movies.
Continue reading “Picks for a favorite pastime”
A life well lived is a beautiful thing. And the ability to share that experience with others via words and film is an equally beautiful art.
Continue reading “Endings as beginnings”
Some of my fondest childhood memories involve going on a hunt.
My idea of hunting did not involve weapons or animals. Rather, it was a quest for some hidden object.
Continue reading “On a search for hidden gems”
It’s possible to be present physically with a person but not truly present.
I had pondered this thought often, but only recently came face to face with its reality. Continue reading “Sentiments from summer”