Yours, Mine or Ours?

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Middle Falls at Gooseberry Falls State Park

Recently Dad, J and I spent a few days hiking around what we Minnesotans call the North Shore. I dug out my camera and was excited to experiment with my shutter speed settings as I photographed waterfalls. If done well, slowing the shutter speed captures the flow of the water while keeping a crisp surrounding landscape.

This image taken at Gooseberry Falls seems peaceful and quiet, like I might be the only person there.

But, I was not. There were swarms, like every other time we failed to get there really early in the morning. Continue reading

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Photo Friday: Praising yarrow’s charm.

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I never understood yarrow’s appeal. A frequent staple in perennial gardens,  it’s a lingering weed in my yard, one left behind from the previous homeowners. It still creeps along in the grass seemingly impossible to kill. And the scruffy foliage and tiny flowers didn’t appeal to me. Just blah. I thought it was ugly. Continue reading

On Gratitude and Turning 35

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Birthday mug

J caught my interest in this knobby gray mug while we wandered through a fair trade shop in Minneapolis. I adore handmade artisan mugs, but always talk myself out of buying them as I reflect on the regular, useful mugs already taking up real estate in our cupboard. I eye the quirky mugs longingly, get a tiny amount of sticker shock, and walk away responsibly. Continue reading

Strangers to Kin: Cemetery Meetup

072016I met Dorothee (not her real name) out walking.

That in itself is a surprise. When I walk by myself, I intend to be, as you can imagine, by myself. All by myself. It’s introvert time; I don’t want to be “on” for other people. I’m selfish about my solo walk time.

I walk to exercise, listen to God (and think to God because talking out loud would make me look bananas.), boost creativity for writing, and sort my thoughts. Continue reading

A White Woman’s Attempt at “What Can I Do?”

Cemetery + Solle

Instead of writing a post about what the world should be doing in the wake of this week, I’m offering up what this white woman is doing, even though it’s failing and not enough.

This post is an effort to stay vulnerable and stay with the change that begins in me. It’s refocusing my energy away from what I am unable to control, and centering my attention on that which I can do right here, right now.

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The door is open for all

041316 open gateEvery so often I peruse my drafts folder and find something I wrote way back when but didn’t ever publish. Somehow what didn’t fit then becomes a word I needed now. I find old Elizabeth preaching to today’s Elizabeth, while I kick myself thinking, “Why didn’t that message stick then?” Perhaps I just wasn’t ready for it.

Today’s post is one such example (last week’s Words on Repeat is another). I wrote this last fall, but couldn’t bring myself to finish or post it. Then, I plumb forgot about it as the whirligig of time moved full speed ahead.

Today’s me needed reminding that I am loved and valuable. Perhaps you might need the same thing. And so, I offer some months-old reflection on Hebrews 10. Continue reading