I took a shower yesterday for the first time in several days, scrubbing off bug spray, sunblock, and the general dirt of my everyday existence. While smelling my soap, breathing in deeply to try and calm myself, I realized how little I like the word self-care. There are countless essays and articles about how important … Continue reading Self-care.
Sunny girl.
Much like a cat, Bella loves the sun and glares at me when I tell her it's time to come in.
It’s hard to write.
Sometimes, writing is like a running faucet, a constant stream of ideas and thoughts. Other times, writing is painful and human and it brings me to places I'm not ready to go to, that I don't want to go to, or that I'm just flat ignoring any existence of. There are days, occasionally many in … Continue reading It’s hard to write.
She stayed.
We made a house for her on the porch. Every morning, she greets me. Some days, she'll come out to the truck when I pull up. She tells me all about her adventures and then rolls in the grass, letting the sun warm her. Feeding her is one of my favorite things to do, because … Continue reading She stayed.
Southern guilt.
Georgia is known for many things. People raised here don't understand a world without Chick-fil-a. Chick-fil-a embodies some of the best and some of the worst things about southern culture. This photo is tangible evidence of the southern expectation that apologies be attached to something physical, proof that the expression of remorse was meant in … Continue reading Southern guilt.
Delivery.
As I’ve learned to pay more attention to what excursions drain me and which ones give me something to work with, I’ve realized that I both like and dislike shopping. I like going to a store specifically to treasure hunt in the clearance aisles. Finding good deals on supplies to donate to teachers and area … Continue reading Delivery.
They rested.
Luke 23:55-56 The women who had come with Jesus from Galilee followed Joseph and saw the tomb and how his body was laid in it. Then they went home and prepared spices and perfumes. But they rested on the Sabbath in obedience to the commandment. This last sentence really stuck with me and has been … Continue reading They rested.
Vibrant.
This is what happens when an egg is forgotten in dye. Sometimes, forgetting something results in a perfection not expected.
Why wasn’t she in one of my books as a kid?
It’s natural to look at the past of the United States and vilify it. This country has done horrific things and it is not the land of freedom we teach children to sing about. But, like any group of people, very few communities are all bad or all good. We’re human and with that humanity … Continue reading Why wasn’t she in one of my books as a kid?
Snowball tree.
I learned recently that these beautiful snowball flowers mean more than I thought they did. I've seen the tree they were plucked from come in and out of bloom for years now, thinking nothing of their origin. Long ago, this tree was just a potted plant, placed tenderly in the ground. It now stands tall, … Continue reading Snowball tree.
Beka Tucker 