Tag: Joy
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In Poetry We Say…
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. –Percy Bysshe Shelley The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn,Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born.With monstrous head and sickening cry And…
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The Selected Diaries: 5 Things
In February I started journaling again because I was feeling so dry. Inspiration had trickled to the tiniest stream. That’s how I came to this Friday morning and nothing ready to publish here. In looking over the last few weeks, I see snippets of things to share but none of it makes a real article.…
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Pattern Language
We miss so much because we don’t know the exact word to describe what we see. I’m on a mission to notice and appreciate beauty. I heard recently that we only notice and talk about the things we have specific names for. You cannot talk about something if you don’t have a word for it.…
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A Year of Beauty
Beauty is my word in 2026. The first thing I do after choosing my word is write a definition. Beauty: n. a subjective quality that brings pleasure to the senses or mind Synonyms: loveliness, pretty, radiance The first Bible verse that came to mind when I thought of beauty was about the Proverbs 31 woman.…
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Meaningful Quiet Time With God
Sometimes I sit down for a quiet time and feel unsure what to do. I waste time trying to know if I should read this or that, I don’t have pen or pencil handy, or procrastinate because I don’t have a plan. I see my devotional time like a vine. Without a structure, it sprawls…
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Finding the Key to Hospitality, Part 1
It was a hardworking weekend with food committee duties and overnight company. Finally, Sunday evening came. My whole body felt a tingle of pleasure to sit down on the couch with a book and spend a quiet evening in our living room. Then my husband spoke from the recliner. “Shall we invite —’s for the…
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Small Joys in February
I like cancelled plans, and empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings. extrememadness.com Small joys. Some days they seem few, others the day is fairly bursting with them. Some days…
So She Reads 