Jill Hoven The smell of her sweater, the sound of his laugh, her phrase we routinely use are memories that evoke a loved one lost. It can be a whiff of perfume, taste of a familiar comfort food or the sight of someone who for an instant looks like the one we’ve lost. These sensory memories induce memories …
Windy rain swirls withered leaves into a brown residue amid the gray day. As colorful as those leaves were a few weeks ago, they now are disintegrating as the season shifts. Life’s seasons shift too and often leave our path unclear. For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. ~Ecclesiastes …
“I just want to rest!” I commented to my friend Sunday morning. My mind, body and soul were aching to rest. Regrettably, it was not to be last weekend. I honored the Sabbath by attending church, but it was a whirlwind to get there, a rush the rest of the day until finally a collapse into bed …
It’s as if I’m seeing it for the first time. Colors shift from green to a smattering of gold, orange and crimson. It begins at the apex and seeps downward. The speckle of warm shades leads to an onslaught of brilliant hues. After silently transpiring for days or weeks, it quickly vanishes. Blown away by …
I remember the pain and pressure building until pop-relief! Multiple ear infections with broken eardrums as a girl have left me with an “inner ear imbalance” per my 1970’s pediatrician. Essentially, I get dizzy very easily. Ear infections behind me, I still despise somersaults and spinning. And still have bouts of dizziness. For days, weeks or …