Up through an empty house of stars, Being what heart you are, Up the inhuman steeps of space, As on a staircase go in grace, Carrying the firelight on your face, Beyond the loneliest star. Monday, October 3, 2011. I hope to see you over at the Having Decided To Stay. Where I continue to write about wide world and the sweetness of the way.

This poem recently won an award here. Like a woman from a Once-upon-a-time, who had a child. In a lonely prison cell, that was clammy all year round. For seven years, while she waits and draws him pictures. On the walls, to teach him what the world outside is like;. Out of charcoal from old fires she conjures the magic pictures. Building cities in the sunlight, putting ships upon the ocean. We are the Flatlanders, watchin.

I have been extremely remiss in writing on this blog and I apologize all over the place. Unfortunately, something know as life has prevented me from being more diligent. So here is a list of the things I am doing during my second year of high school. Those are my hopes, .

She was sitting on the couch next to me, sobbing so hard that the whole sofa was shaking.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011. Scott is updating our orchard, making the wells bigger for the growing needs of the trees and doing the annual fix on the trenches that allow water to flow from one tree well to the next. Happy Spring and happy gardening. Wednesday, April 20, 2011.

On Aug 5, 2015. And then all I saw was the baby. In that moment, I glimpsed a world beyond what I had imagined. In those dusky eyes, a sweet, murky swirl of brown and blue, I encountered the kindled flame of a new, precious life, a self formed and watchful, as its eyes first opened upon love. What killed her imagination? Have we, in our faith-shaped lives fully embraced children ourselves, as gifts and graces, as precious, as worthy of our work and care? On Aug 3, 2015.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010. Saturday, June 5, 2010. Friday, May 28, 2010. This summer I plan to print out the photos I take and put them in an album. I have thousands of i.