Author Archives: heidi

I Like to be in writing space when I sit down to share here, which is why there has been nothing new recently. I’ve been cleaning up loose ends in my life, like old debt from over 10 years ago. … Continue reading →

Maybe this will never be posted, but I sit here needing to write. It’s just after 3am, sunday morning. Almost an hour ago, I was woken up by a loud fight outside my bedroom window. Then it was words, loud … Continue reading →

It’s the end of the same day and I’m challenging myself to write something even if I do carry a vague feeling of the day sitting around my shoulders. It was a good day. Productive. 3 days of dishes washed, … Continue reading →

It’s 8:16am Thursday. Normally I would get dressed by now, have the kids shakes made, checked messages, called David and brushed my hair. But I’ve decided to do it wrong today. To start with writing right after prayers, with only … Continue reading →

Joy is more important than clean dishes. Lately this is all I have to say…and learn. At least, all I have thought to write on this blog. David and Devyn are on the floor building a city with little wood … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s always been the coffee. If it’s perfect, I can write. I just brewed the last grounds as a single cup of espresso. Now I have the keyboard in my lap, it’s saturday morning and I’m trying to connect … Continue reading →

I want to write.

Maybe it’s not time to write. Maybe I only want to because it’s safe here. Oh how I want to cry. Not from great sadness. But Because it’s all built up in my limbs, crowded. What do I do here? … Continue reading →

All avoidance, some balance. I’m thinking things like…If I had a light lap top, I would spend time in odd places writing on this blog. I seem little pleased with the corner I sit in presently. Though happily listening to … Continue reading →

I’ve had this blog for over a year and have had liitle or no mind to write in it, beyond the first entry, until now. Even if I say nothing, it’s time to write. If no one reads these words, … Continue reading →