In the Checkout Line

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My greatest learning of the week came simply; they usually do.

I went to Aldi simply to buy kale and tomato sauce and get back home quickly, so I could make meat sauce before going to work.

And in front of me in the checkout line was a man with down syndrome.

He smiled and waved.  He asked me my name and he introduced himself.  He asked if I wanted a hug or a fist-bump.

The simplicity of this encounter has lingered with me all week.  It was sweet, and it marked me.

This man exposed my desire for efficiency, so that I ignore the stranger around me.

He exposed my guarded-ness of the stranger, and my desire just to keep to myself.

A simple smile helped to break down my walls.

And this came from someone who came to Aldi with a care-giver.  He doesn’t have credentials or titles that the world considers fulfilling.

But he lives his life with the simple belief that a once-stranger can quickly become a friend.

As I was leaving, he giggled and said, “I made a new friend.”

I don’t think that it’s ironic that children and a man with disabilities has made me ponder how I think about friendship this week. They naturally cross barriers they don’t even know are there.  They do not worry about their reputation being tarnished.

And they’ve reminded me, that neither should I.

Rainy Day People-Watching

I love days where I have enough margin, that I can be quiet and observe.  I find myself smiling and laughing, remembering that life is full of abundance: laughter and tears and toddler temper tantrums.

Today I sat on a comfy recliner in the children’s section of Glendale library.  I watched a 3 year old boy, in his boredom, pull his shirt up and say, “Look at me, Mom!” She responded in a loud voice, “Pull your shirt down!”

I observed a “black male stereotype” get broken by watching a young African-American father read four children’s books to his two year old daughter.  I watched him smile as she ran back to the shelves, wanting to pick out more books.


I smiled as two boys: one black and one white shared a computer chair and engaged in dialogue, “You can come over here and share a seat with me.”

I listened to a young girl sing the ABC’s proudly, while the boy who pulled his shirt up, started singing with her from across the library.

Kids reach out without judgment.  They do not register being self-conscious or wonder how others will think of them.  They just want to play; they just want a friend.  Oh, how we as adults need to return to this childlike simplicity!

What if our adult yearning for friendship was acknowledged and the simple question was asked: Would you like to be my friend?

Little Ways of Summer’s Fortune

Last week, I quoted William Stafford’s poem and the more I read it, the more it continues to resonate with me.

“Wisdom is having the right things in your life and knowing why.”

As I’ve considered my summer, in some ways it feels like a big blur.  There have been many griefs: my grandmother dying a few weeks ago, moving an extra time, the exhaustion and wear and tear on my body.

Alongside these griefs, there are little ways of fortune.  Wisdom tends to exist at every corner, especially on a winding road, the journey too big to grasp.  I’m learning too that wisdom often exists in the tears.

“Wisdom is having the right things in your life and knowing why.”

I have helpful, loyal friendships.  The abundance of summer for me has meant seeing and believing the richness in life lies in the people around me.  I’ve had people helping me pack, move, pack again, and bring me food in the midst of the craziness.  I’ve also just gotten coffee because I needed to get out of the house or ask a friend if I could borrow an ice cream maker.


“Wisdom is having the right things in your life and knowing why.”

I have a sister who is a friend, and we can enjoy a beautiful museum after my grandma’s funeral, because we both knew that we needed to gaze into beauty for awhile, rather than just get up and drive home.

I have parents who let me make the best decisions for me regarding my health and what I can handle in the midst of moves and my grandma’s passing.

“Wisdom is having the right things in your life and knowing why.”

I trust my intuition more strongly.  I knew I needed to get of the house with mold.  I knew my body was getting sick.  It meant lost money and frustration, yet the desire to breathe in clean air won the day.

I have stayed working at an organization where I can personally learn and grow and also increase my workload.  I’m looking forward to celebrating my body’s resiliency this fall.  I’ve taken a drastic pay cut from previous jobs and yet this work environment is what I need, and it’s making me a more patient, loving person.

“Wisdom is having the right things in your life and knowing why.”

I keep meeting with a spiritual director, which helps to center me, to locate the Lord’s gentle voice even in my chaotic inner world.

I allow myself to cry and grieve illness & death, and the many ways in which “this is not the way it’s supposed to be.”

I watch the Olympics because I love to, and reacquaint myself with my kitchen as I make yummy soups.

What wisdom are you gleaning from the right things in your life? 


Poetry for Your Monday

So, life has been a little crazy.  Between my last post and now, Chels and I have moved again (not because I wanted to, but environmental issues in the house were making me really sick)!  So, we found an apartment quickly and moved in last Monday.

It’s been a whirlwind and I’m exhausted.  Yet, in the course of this crazy week, I still have managed to:

  • Walk on the Fall Creek Greenway close to the apartment.  There are beautiful homes on small lakes and best of all, it’s quiet. (Rabbits like it too!)
  • Venture into Half Price books and buy some poetry.
  • Visit the Harrison Center and admire Jed Dorsey’s artwork.
  • Play with Chels’ new dog Cash.
  • Sit in a local coffee shop and read, while listening to old men talk about the election.
  • Explore a new farmer’s market and decide that I like the Broad Ripple market better.
  • Fall asleep watching the Olympics.

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Slowly, my longed-for rhythms are returning, which are little reminders of the abundance that is mine.

While my life just seems like transition after transition, William Stafford has helped me slow down and see that wisdom can even be in the chaos.


The Little Ways That Encourage Good Fortune

Wisdom is having things right in your life

and knowing why.

If you do not have things right in your life

you will be overwhelmed:

you may be heroic, but you will not be wise.

If you have things right in your life

but do not know why,

you are just lucky, and you will not move

in the little ways that encourage good fortune.


The saddest are those not right in their lives

who are acting to make things right for others:

they act only from the self–

and that self will never be right:

no luck, no help, no wisdom.

Chores and Pounding Nails

Spare moments these days are spent trying to get the scum that won’t come off the kitchen floor.

They are spent pounding nails into the wall, hanging up one picture at a time, adding some color.

They are spent forgetting where my car keys are, and turning on the wrong light switch.

They are spent remembering that I really do need to get another soap dispenser for the second bathroom!

These moments are simple, yet recurring moments in my newly moved state.

Yet, there’s something special about this state, even though I would like to the to-do list checked off as quick as possible.

I love to create order, to organize, to make sense out of piles and trash.  Even I love the throw the books to the side for awhile, and engage in manual labor, and be nourished by the rhythm of the mop, the placing of the fingers so exactly as to not be hit by the hammer.

I love creating spaces that feel simple, yet sacred.  Thought goes into creating an environment that feels calm and restorative, a place where honesty and vulnerability can slowly heal, both myself and others.


Slowly, but surely, my office is becoming a place of both joy and resolve, of writing and rest.  For writing inspiration, I have put hopeful quotes by Allison (please, please check out her blog here), in frames and hung them to the right of my desk.  These are my simple reminders that writing is worth it, and that it’s healing for me and others.

What simple moments are full of meaning for you right now?

Tethered to Home

On Friday, I posted about taking a break from the blog as I underwent some major transitions.  This weekend, I enjoyed grounding myself in my home in the 98 degree heat, and doing some cooking of all things!

While vacation felt lavish in the eating out and staying one night in a 4 star hotel, my body can’t go too long without intensely craving the food of home, the food that I make.  My body missed the rhythms of waking up and eating breakfast at 6:30am, only to be hungry for lunch by 10:30am.  I missed meat and vegetables.  I missed my creativity coming out, by cooking and trying new dishes.

So Saturday night was pizza night!  Chels and I rushed home from church, to make the pizza dough and throw that in the oven.

  1. You can find the auto-immune paleo pizza crust here.  (Note: pictures aren’t glamorous, just a result of two messy cooks in a small-ish kitchen!)


2. Spread the kale pesto as an alternative to tomato sauce!


3. Add the toppings, which this time happened to be ground turkey and goat cheese.


4. Throw the pizza back into the oven for several minutes, until the goat cheese is melted to your satisfaction.

5. Take out the pizza, and put on some arugula.  Let it cool, and then serve.


What activities do you enjoy that tether you to your home?  

My Blogging Break

A lovely blogger helped me frame my thoughts of the last several weeks of silence on my own blog.  I simply just needed margin.

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It’s been a very busy last six weeks, and there’s too much to recount here in this post, yet I will list out broad strokes.

  • I moved!  Now I live in a 3 bedroom, 1.5 bathroom duplex and I’m closer to work.
  • I finished summer camp with DII.  I learned that I’m ready for a 30 hour work week this fall, but that 5 weeks of intense daily remediation with students is very taxing on my body.
  • I vacationed!  A quick long weekend to Michigan simply to eat and be was very lovely.
  • I asked for help.  Chels and I received so much help in meal prep, cleaning and moving.  I’m thankful for others with margin, who offered their help.
  • I had a doctor’s appointment.  I added medication to help deal with my seasonal allergies and a more intense regiment to help wipe out candida.

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Now that my busiest part of the summer is over, I have the opportunity to take David Whyte’s words seriously:

We are rested when we let things alone and let ourselves alone to do what we do best; breathe as the body intended us to breathe, to walk as we were meant to walk, to live with the rhythm of a house and home, giving and taking through cooking and cleaning.

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And with a return to my slower, daily rhythms means more time to write as well.  Thanks for reading and for waiting when even words need to wait.