tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53785545441662028012024-03-12T23:00:55.174-07:00Peaches & CherriesSome sweet things need time to grow...
like peaches, cherries, wisdom, maturity and love.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-51235787251834712732012-12-01T15:56:00.004-08:002012-12-01T16:19:44.528-08:00ChoicesHere's the thing about choices: they never go away. We all make them - everyday. Some are big; those decisions that we make at a crossroads in life with potential to lead us in two different [not necessarily opposite] directions. Some are mundane: the choice to get out of bed, get dressed, go to work or school. Some are both significant and mundane. For example, the choice to be diligent in your Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-61901622334607855422012-10-27T02:43:00.000-07:002012-10-27T02:53:42.058-07:00The Abolition of Man - Excerpts from an InterviewI love words and language and writing.
I even love letters; the shape and form...
After listening to this radio interview [below] a few days ago [which someone suggested
to me], the information has been haunting my thoughts. It is so disturbing to
me that we pass over the seriousness of what is happening before us and glaze
it over – whether we recognize that this is what we are doing or not – Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-13115319737608762912012-09-09T02:35:00.001-07:002012-09-09T02:35:28.277-07:00A Pedi ArgumentLittle Sister: "Will you rub my feet?"Big Brother: [with a look of offended disgust] "Why do you think I would rub your feet? I'm not your mom. I'm not your husband. I'm your brother. No!"Little Sister: *pause - think* [nods in agreement & walks away]Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-37857483968176863772012-09-09T02:11:00.000-07:002012-09-10T13:04:56.075-07:00Weirdo.You know those people who are just different...abnormal...strange, who don't act and think and speak like everyone else, who don't meet the status quo, who defy social expectations, the awkward...the weirdos?
That's me.
It hit me last weekend. I'm weird. I mean, I've never really "fit in" with the "cool crowd". [Hello - I'm still using the word "cool"...] In high school I had a few popular Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-26532440006110774092012-07-30T00:26:00.000-07:002012-09-09T02:19:17.924-07:00Grace.Grace.
It is my daughter's middle name.
It is what we call the prayer we say before a meal.
It is getting what we don't deserve.
It is unnatural to me.
When that one person who really deserves to be smacked upside the head is hurting - albeit over messes they have created for his/herself - and my response is compassion, that's unnatural. It's not my own "gracious" nature responding to that Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-76290999395880177012012-06-24T00:42:00.001-07:002012-09-09T02:20:10.630-07:00Rejecting the Right to be AngryWhen my husband arrives at the door after work, the entire house
erupts in chaotic excitement. Little toddler tippy-toes dance full-speed
ahead in an attempt to beat older siblings to the entrance in our
kitchen. Sometimes the children run and hide, giggling in place as they
wait for Dad to notice they are missing and being a game of
hide-and-seek in an attempt to find them. Other times, Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-37848147684631864842012-06-17T17:15:00.001-07:002012-09-09T02:21:47.164-07:00Sunday MorningYou know those times when you sit there in a church service and hear
the words and listen to the message, and it is applicable to your life
and you walk away from that time convicted, challenged or encouraged to
face the week ahead? Today's message at church was not like that.
Instead, it was as though the entire morning had been carefully
orchestrated specifically for us. The second we Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-86698300349073331662012-06-13T11:29:00.000-07:002012-09-09T02:21:12.111-07:00DisappointmentI can hardly catch a breath, sorrow and heaviness chokes me. My eyes
burn. My head aches and my abdomen is pinched with tension. Facing this
evening has been like waking up into a bad dream. I wish I could fall
asleep to a nightmare right now and leave behind the nauseous knowing
that this won't just go away in the morning. I've been awakened from a
dream - to the reality that life is Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-43147529772377174512012-05-15T02:02:00.000-07:002012-09-09T02:20:40.451-07:00She
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Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-44413304838649812222012-03-11T23:41:00.002-07:002012-06-14T22:23:59.982-07:00Beautiful Lies
Just read an article a friend posted. These sentences, taken from the article, pretty much sum it up.
"When a 10-year-old...posted provocatively for French Vogue, the images sparked an international debate over the sexualization of children."
"A French senator issued a report aimed at stopping the “hyper-sexualization” of young children."
The article ended with this question: "Should it beHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-24553124541135718402012-02-28T14:13:00.001-08:002012-02-28T14:15:57.085-08:00Be Still, My Busy HeartOur minds are overflowing with information, which is thrown at us from all directions. Billboards and business signs reach out for our attention as we drive down the street. Advertisements scream at us as we check our e-mail, read our Facebook messages, catch up on the evening news or browse through the daily paper. Let's not even mention the barrage of messages we receive while shopping, whetherHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-73977915547625173112011-11-04T01:11:00.000-07:002011-11-04T01:13:22.659-07:00"Knock, Knock." "Who's There?" [conviction - that's who!]As I pulled out my cosmetic bag from the cabinet in my bathroom, I heard a tiny knocking at the door [which I had very intentionally shut only moments before].
"Yes...who is it?" I questioned, slightly irritated.
I knew it was a long shot, but I had desperately wanted to isolate myself for a few minutes and get ready for the day ahead without noise, without interruption, without being Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-51316468259618967922011-10-31T00:20:00.000-07:002011-11-02T08:10:38.845-07:00GratitudeI love to listen to the laughter of my children mingled with light conversation between my husband and our parents. In our family, most gatherings are incomplete without a spontaneous outburst of song...tonight was no exception.
As I stood in the next room washing dishes from our feast of a dinner, the feeling of gratitude warmed my soul.
I am so thankful for these moments.
It is a joy to Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-30321538665059019512011-10-11T10:30:00.000-07:002011-10-11T10:30:14.619-07:00180Graphic. Powerful. Thought-provoking...and a little uncomfortable.
Worth 30 minutes of your day to consider what he has to say...
Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-61162146584192241032011-08-02T00:40:00.000-07:002011-08-02T00:40:12.919-07:00Puffy Paint and Fanny PacksAs she casually spoke, her words jostled my gut. Whoa…back up. Am I hearing this correctly? With minimal prodding I realize something is awry. Her answers are evasive.
Why do we ignore the glaring truth in front of us and blaze forward into unholy places? Oh, we cover it up nicely. We justify it with spiritual words that sound intelligent and religious. But, my friends, much of our religion is Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-54773634950874475172011-05-14T11:04:00.000-07:002011-05-14T11:10:36.800-07:00Whirlwind...[I posted this over at my education blog...and think it is fitting here too, so I'm re-posting.]
Life is a blur as of late...
Spring has sprung and everyone is restless, longing to drink in the sunshine. My kids grow bigger; and along with their increase in size comes an increase in appetites, a wider disaster radius post-playtime and continued development of independent thinking - Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-75790815188931222762011-04-15T18:44:00.000-07:002011-04-15T18:44:00.142-07:00Big Brother / Little SisterThe kids are sitting next to each other on the couch, watching a movie...
Big Brother: "Hahaha...that's funny!" [to his sister] "That's funny, isn't it?!"
Little Sister: "Haha! Yeah...that's so funny!"
About 30 seconds pass by...
Little Sister, "Um...why is it funny?"Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-5831393287446448632011-04-12T23:37:00.000-07:002011-04-12T23:37:12.972-07:00An Ode to Your Face[image source: Sprocketbox on Etsy]
This is just a little sumthin' I thought up this afternoon...in honor of my handsome husband.
Here's to you, babe!
I call it: An Ode to Your Face
*Ahem*
I'd never want to bash
Your wearing of that stache
That is set upon your lips
...and tickles when we kiss
You know I'd love you anyway
But hope that handsome stache will stay
'Cause all the cool kids want Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-64254811187537922412011-04-06T00:06:00.000-07:002011-04-06T10:59:12.926-07:00Elephants and Dark CloudsI may be a bad blogger.
Maybe that's okay.
"They" say a good blogger must blog consistently and often [as in...every day]. Even if it means just posting a quick little thought...a picture...just something. That's not really my style though. There are several contributing factors.
I guess I kinda stand by the philosophy that unless you have something worthwhile to talk about, it's better to notHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-47415409490175991602011-03-23T12:49:00.000-07:002011-03-23T19:36:12.579-07:00One Lovely YearA year ago today, the bright warm sun was streaming into my room and filling the shadows with a glow full of life and excitement. I can still see the smiling, kind face of my midwife as she assured me that I was close to greeting my little girl. The presence of light in the room filled me with a new determination, a burst of energy and strength I did not realize I possessed. With a final push andHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-70261100309581896582011-03-15T20:20:00.000-07:002011-03-16T10:27:13.120-07:00A Stranger JoyWhat is this I see with my eyes?
The lonely, shadowed places men lie
And weep
Not concerned that others view it
This pain cannot be choked down
It must be heard
All too familiar are the gunshots and the cries
Listen close
A piercing blast and strong men agonize
In their eyes
I see fear met with determination
I see devastation
What's to loose?
Death could free them from the tragedy they live
Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-66799546165583474862011-02-25T21:55:00.000-08:002011-02-25T21:55:23.836-08:00Boomer's BirthdayOur morning was full of excitement and festivities. Today we celebrated Boomer's birthday [see previous post].
My son was the first to wake up [as usual]...and he could hardly contain his enthusiasm when he found the small birthday display I had arranged the night before. He later recounted to me how he found it, what he looked at first,...what he thought might be inside the gifts...why he Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-84655039989554715262011-02-24T23:37:00.000-08:002011-02-24T23:37:11.135-08:00A Birthday Party for BoomerBoomer is our puppy. Well, more specifically, my son's puppy. OK...even more specifically - he is a stuffed animal puppy. He's pretty cute, spotted brown with floppy ears; he's a typical toy dog and he has captivated my little guy's heart - well, as much as a stuffed puppy should.
My son has been telling me for the last several days that it is almost Boomer's birthday. To which I have Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-46972978312902538332011-02-08T16:28:00.001-08:002011-02-08T16:28:20.264-08:00ProductivityOne of the perks of vacuuming is that my sweet little L. falls asleep in my arms almost every time. I'm not sure if it's the continuous monotone sound or the motion of me rocking back and forth as I move the machine across the floor...but I LOVE that I can accomplish cleaning and putting my sweet one to sleep all at the same time - woo hoo! Now I'm going to eat a cookie and finish the dishes!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5378554544166202801.post-89188337633556734482011-01-15T13:18:00.000-08:002011-01-15T13:18:08.801-08:00Gloomy Days and SunshineI began a post yesterday...and finished it today. It's kind of a mess of thoughts, but maybe you'll find a gem of encouragement in there somewhere. ;)
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It's dark and windy and cold outside - which is fitting.
It's kinda how I've felt inside this morning.
Ever have those mornings when you're just not convinced you really want to even get out of bed?
I woke this Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11533617004494158220noreply@blogger.com1