Through a Glass, Darkly
“For now we see as in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I am known.” -1…
The Mary-budde that Shuts with the Light
She “goes to bed wi’ th’ sun, And with him rises weeping.’ – Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale It does seem to be craning to look at the sun for guidance…
Embellishments
Occasionally I actually dress up, wear nice shoes, put on jewelry, or at least comb through my hair. I’ve never been big on “pretty.” It just wasn’t in my vocabulary….
Another 365 (Pic, Not Kick)
(365 Day 94 Photo) I really like this one. I think martial arts is the most fun thing I do. I think I was made to do this. Did God…
“Mom, That Crazy Lady is Rolling Around in the Grass Again.”
And that’s how we know its spring. There are stains on the knees of my boy’s jeans and little blades littering the floorboard. (365 Day 93 Photo) There’s the smell…
Camp Ttv
A little more of our trip through the viewfinder.
Punching Bag
(365 Day 91 Photo) Let me whine about my grueling night. We sparred to prepare for testing for 45 minutes then did 20 minutes of push ups and squats as…
Our First Camper
We finally tried out our pop up camper this weekend. The verdict: We loved it. Okay, so it looks a little like the eighties died in here, but that’s what…
Working Out Frustrations
Since I’m going to be out of pocket all weekend, thought I’d leave a few extra posts. (365 Day 87 Photo) Plus, I’m behind on posting my 365’s. This one…
Metamorphosis
Yeah, I hide. A lot. But it’s with my family, not from them. It’s nice outside and the hammocks fold up around you like a taco – who wouldn’t hide…