Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               I slept through into the sun this morning.  This doesn’t happen often, and when it does, almost always, I sleep alone.  I don’t know why this is, only that it’s so.                Bridgette and Audrey stayed north last night for a volleyball tournament early this morning.  Two days ago, I planned to go, but […]

               I ran this morning (or something I’d call close to such).  I can’t tell you the last time I have.  There was a time when I was good about it.  Such time has been a while.                I was angry.  I was frustrated.  I knew my spirit and energy were wrong, and feelings—like problems—don’t […]

               I logged on again today to start my morning—computer and not on phone.  Again, just as yesterday—the only post I saw—receiving of a message:                “Each generation is converted by the saint who contradicts it most.”—G.K. Chesterton                It begs to question.  What is our generation?  What defines it?  What embodies it?  Toward what […]

               I went on Instagram this morning.  I used a computer and not my phone because it is the phone that sucks and keeps me in (and just like that, I begin to rationalize and seek reason and justification for why I did what I did—when trying not to—signs of a struggle enough).                The […]

               God is calling me to be quiet.  A week into Lent, I’ve given little up—but still I hear God call, discerning what He asks.                God is calling me to be quiet, to silent and separate from noise and distractions that take away from life and days.                 I chase cheap dopamine rewards.  I […]

        An hour earlier, sun is brighter this evening as I settle onto porch.  Today was cold and windy.  It was the same a few minutes ago, but it is calm now.  Maybe it’s direction of the breeze and break of the house between, or maybe it’s really died and lessened down.         My […]

        Last (and maybe first) cigar of the month, lengthening days, warmed in flannel, I sit with evening sky.  My throat is already scratchy and achy from coaching a morning full of basketball games.  What harm is a cigar on top and to wind day down?         Evening’s colder than they’ve been.  Winter is […]

               Do you ever stop and think how so many of life’s blessings, gifts, and breakthroughs begin of moments that seem anything but these.                I witnessed one this week.                Wednesday, Ash Wednesday, we went as a family to evening mass.  Our youngest had baseball just before in the gym of our church’s school.  […]