homemade happiness

ImageY’all, I think I need an Etsyvention.  Or an Etsorcism.  Okay, my made up words aren’t too clear…I’m a bit obsessed with Etsy (Etsessed?).  That craft market of whimsical wonder found on the world wide web.  My latest find: this amazing sticker for my kitchen.  They call it “wall art” in the form of a “vinyl wall decal,” but the little girl inside of me who used to delight in a new rainbow Lisa Frank sticker calls it a sticker, and it makes her very happy.  Oh dear, I’m inventing new words and speaking in the third person all in the same paragraph.  Worrying indeed.

A day full of many, many conversations with many needs within them, followed by a night where the only conversation is my dog snoring and the frogs singing outside, and the only need is another sip of heavenly lavender camomile tea sweetened with local honey.  Perfect.

The mystery woman at AT&T customer care who successfully performed an exorcism on my phone so I am receiving voicemails when they’re sent and not, oh, a day later.  I wonder if she performs Etsorcisms too?

when life hands you lemon meringue pie, eat it!

The astounding kindness of church folk witnessed in many ways.  I’ll name a few…
ImageBeing brought half of a homemade lemon meringue pie just because, you know, it was a Saturday.

Also being given homemade, perfectly-in-season strawberry jam.

A church member calling to say that he had been walking by my house from the road behind it and noticed that my grass in the backyard really could use a cut.  “Would I mind if he did that real quick?” was his question for me.  You can guess what my answer was.

Finding a long skirt that was too versatile and lovely to pass up, and also about a foot too long for me to walk in it.  A gracious church member is taking it up for me.

These people are just wonderful.  I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a community, but I will just keep thanking God for it.

stand out


Relaxing outside on a quilt enjoying the warm sun, cool breeze and my book.



Painting the base of a favorite lamp a bright teal.  It was black, but in this rather dark corner (with lots of wood), it needed to stand out more.  Plus, I just enjoy painting everything in my house some version of turquoise (watch out, Hayden!).Image

The proud strut of my niece Natalie graduating from preschool.  I’m so glad I get to see my girls in two weeks!


morning has broken

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall, on the
first grass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is
the morning,
Born of the one light, Eden saw play,
Praise with elation, praise
every morning,
God’s recreation of the
new day.

gossamer and the wisps of memory

ImageA dog-shaped cloud in the sky, bringing a bit of whimsy and joy.  Some folks in the church have had their dogs pass away recently, so I shared this with them saying “all dogs go to heaven,” which I believe.

Taking myself out to dinner for bangers and mash at a local English pub.  I also brought George R.R. Martin with me (aka a book from the Song of Fire and Ice series).  Such an eloquent dinner partner!  My favorite line I read was, “A morning mist hung over the water, as thin as gossamer and the wisps of memory.”

A luxurious morning spent getting my hair fixed and drinking lattes, while catching up with Diedre about her grand Italian adventures.

simply splendid


Beauty and art on a day it was much-needed: the lovely banners made by the quilting bee that meets at our church (two members of our church belong to it) being put up in the sanctuary.  I’ve never looked forward to Ordinary Time (green paraments) so much!


A simple, satisfying lunch of (leftover) lemon arugula spaghetti.

Nat King Cole serenading a friend and me from my record player.

Praying for Oklahoma

A Prayer in a Time of Distress (from Presbyterian Disaster Assistance)

Almighty and everlasting God, You are strength to those who suffer and comfort to those who grieve. Let the prayers of your children who are in trouble rise to you.

Hear our prayer.

We claim your promises of wholeness as we pray for those who are ill or are suffering loss and long for your healing touch.

Hear our prayer.

Make the weak strong, the sick healthy, the broken whole, and confirm those who serve them as agents of your love.

Hear our prayer.

To everyone in distress, grant mercy, grant relief, grant refreshment.

Hear our prayer.

As we begin to rebuild, we commend our neighborhoods to your care. 
Give us strength of purpose and concern for others, that we may create a community where your will may be done.

Hear our prayer.

God of compassion, you watch our ways, 
And weave out of terrible happenings wonders of goodness and grace.

Hear our prayer.

Surround those who have been shaken by tragedy with a sense of your present love, 
And hold them in faith. 
Though they are lost in grief, may they find you and be comforted; 
Through Jesus Christ who was dead, but lives and rules this world with you.


weekend edition

ImageThe sights (running children and dogs greeting each other), sounds (a long-haired, bearded bard singing a variety of songs including, oddly, “Waterfalls” by TLC) and tastes (the glorious raspberry-filled German doughnut pictured above) of Saturday morning at the farmer’s market in Southern Pines.


Wearing my favorite ruby slippers for Pentecost.


(Fun fact: the new background on my blog is actually a very close-up shot of the fabric of this loveseat.)

And then, after Sunday School, worship, a cookie reception to honor our high school graduates and lunch, kicking off those ruby heels to adopt my favorite Sunday afternoon position.

have a coke and a smile


An ice-cold Coke in a glass bottle on a warm day.


Pastors’ Night Out with a couple of female clergy friends: dinner and theatre to support a local charity.  Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat was hilarious.  I’m not sure I’ll be able to read about Pharaoh without picturing Elvis ever again.  The use of Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance during a scene of Joseph and Potiphar’s wily wife was ingenious.

this colorful life

ImageA golden evening sun peeking through the painted barns of Cameron.  That time of day is my favorite.

Sitting with a couple of colleagues in ministry who are around my age and discussing life and church over little glass mugs of steaming coffee.

Dreaming I was dancing.