“But Soon a New day Again”

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She tweeted:

I sit here

all night

by my innocent

sleeping child

I write & she dreams


New meds


But soon a

New day Again

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I truly believe beauty is all around us if we choose to look.

Thanks for playing along and sharing your journey with me!

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Sippin’ On the Porch

It’s hot. While the official start of summer is still a few days away, the temperatures here are creeping incredibly close to 100 degrees. The itchy, sticky kind of heat that causes your legs to stick to your seat, and your sheets to remain pulled back when you sleep. I suppose I don’t have much to whine about – we do not live in Arizona, and Colorado’s humidity is typically low, but nevertheless, I’m hot.

With this heat comes porch time. Maybe you’ve come home from work, and the summer sun still is flirting with the horizon. You grab a cold beverage, and you sit on the porch. This last week I’ve started to embrace porch time, and with it, the conversations that flow while sharing a beverage. This week, rather than delving into the deeper side of human searching, I’m going to share a few recipes and recommendations for things to sip on in the summer.

May your porch time be beautiful.


White Wine Sangria

I enjoyed two glasses of this concoction at a gathering this weekend. I am sneaking this family recipe and sharing with the world wide web. I will not disclose my source – but seriously delicious. Note – btl = bottle. Hope you have friends to share with.

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Watermelon Agua Fresca

A refreshing break from soda and sugar, this drink is made with only five ingredients. My mother-in-law made this for us this weekend, and I quickly slurped it up. You can find the recipe from Dr. Axe here. No alcohol needed.


New Belgium’s Heavy Melon

At first I was hesitant to try the newest seasonal release from Fort Collins’ favorite, New Belgium Brewing. Watermelon? In beer? However, I quickly became a convert to this sweet and tart beer. Perfect for sitting in the sun and chatting with friends. Can be purchased wherever New Belgium beers are sold.


Wanna Hear a Joke?

Heard any good jokes lately?

This is my new favorite one.

A dyslexic man walked into a bra.

I have a love for cheesy humor and small things to delight in. I have to admit, my inspiration for the week seems to be less than emotion evoking, so I apologize. I’ve got some things on my mind that are thwarting the deeper thoughts from flowing.

I’m sure you’ve all heard many quotes about the little things, and so as we continue to pursue the big things, here are the little things I have found along the way this week.

Bad jokes – they always make me laugh and I found a list of fifteen I hadn’t previously heard. Here is another.

What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.

Cherries – the little orbs are on sale at King Soopers and they are fresh, juicy, bursts of summer

Watching friends get married – it is amazing to be on the other side of the wedding experience, and I have a new appreciation for watching people glow as they walk down the aisle in white and grin like never before as the bride and groom meet in front of the people they love. Weddings are fun – the one this weekend had delicious beer and such a fun band!

Reading a whole book in a weekend – oh the joy of turning the pages! It has been ages since I have had the free time to sit and read a book from cover to cover in one weekend. I went to the library and picked out three books, and read a newer Emma Mclaughlin and Nicola Kraus book “Dedication” in less than two days. I have a love for easy to read “Chic Lit” where stories of drama, coming of age, and love are interwoven. The chance to hold some literature, no matter what caliber, will always be a beautiful experience for me.

Cavatappi at Carrabbas – It’s true, my family goes to this restaurant a lot. We had their food at my wedding and I know what is on happy hour at the bar. This restaurant has become a staple in our family’s lives for better or for worse, and so I suppose I am thankful for delicious food shared with my parents and my husband. I tried a new dish – branching out – and well, yum. Who doesn’t love pasta and the comforts carbohydrates bring.

This is a fabulous exercise for grounding and calming you down when life swirls you through your days. Please share with me a few things on your list.  What little things brought beautiful delights for you this week? Maybe next week I’ll have more earth moving things to say. Thanks for continuing to follow along.

No biscotti or nail polish. oops

Post Office Boxes


Such potential these little boxes hold


I’ve found a new love for post office boxes. Not the boring rows of metal doors at the more contemporary post office locations in town, but rather the old, glamorous, gilded metal boxes that take up hallways of space in our downtown post office. This building has been around since who knows when – I’d like to think it has history –  I suppose it could have been built 20 years ago, but my goodness I just think I’m falling in love with that post office. What potential those boxes have – little doors full of secrets, and love letters, and handwritten notes that get flown across the country with a stamp. Maybe some magazines you look forward to every week, or perhaps too, these boxes contain boring things like bills and reminders to vote.

It doesn’t really matter what is actually in the box, but to me, they are starting to represent the ordinary in a beautiful package. We wait for this correspondence, and open the door, and peek with our big eyes and cram our little hands into mail boxes hoping for some connection with the world – that someone, somewhere, was intentionally trying to get a hold of me. Call me nostalgic, but I love snail mail, and I love connection with others – something that I feel is drastically missing for me right now. I guess I’m growing, my friends are moving, I’m getting married, and my tethers to things once so comfortable and familiar are changing. I’m being encouraged to make new connections, seek new sources, and tap into my own little golden box of secrets and waiting and promise of new, good things to come.

Why, you may ask, am I spending so much time at the post office? Well part of my job is to check our PO box for work – a small task that takes 2 to 3 minutes a week. But what is beautiful about this new ritual, is I get to conveniently take the walk 3 blocks down to the main building which takes me through the center of downtown and I get to interact with my community in a different way. Walk! You see so much more of this world. So this week, my beautiful things involve the post office. I set out today at about 3 pm.

Block number one – I pass a thrift shop which quite often displays its wares on the sidewalk – today a red velvet couch, a stroller from the 1980’s with a bright colorful pattern, and a sign that says “Hippies Use the Back Door” were going for a bargain. I have an odd fascination with other people’s stuff – someone, once upon a time loved that sign. What changed in their lives that made them want to give it up?


Block number two – I pass by the Catholic Elementary School just as school is being released. The bus is waiting, parents patiently make eye contact with their eager little ones, and five and six year olds in plaid skirts and polos rushed out of the doors while the church bells rang. I was not raised Catholic, but I do have a great respect for their traditions, and those chiming bells were beautiful noises as they mixed with the laughter of little ones almost ready to embrace summer in full. The beautiful brick building and stain glass windows gleamed in the afternoon heat.

Block number three – I passed the walking post woman on the way to the office – her basket on wheels full of other people’s lives. She smiled, I nodded, and we agreed that 84 degrees is a little bit warm for the end of May. A small interaction, so much potential.

As I walked through the doors of the main building to seek out our own PO box I was taken aback by the new security guard at the front entrance. He was checking ids, and names on packages, and seeing who you are before you get in line at a federal facility. A quick, abrupt reality check that the world we live in can be scary and dangerous and disheartening.

We saw the movie, “Noah” this weekend, which I highly recommend. I could go on and on about the movie – but that would take this post in a whole different direction. Instead, I really liked the message that the movie sends. The character Noah says, and I’m paraphrasing here, that we are given the choice to “focus our energies on the temptation of darkness” or we can pay attention to the hope and “the blessing of light”. Each day the world’s negativity, the threats, the inequality, the terror tempts me to dwell in darkness. Instead I want to choose the blessing of light – celebrate the ordinary, say thank you for routine, my afternoon walk, and the mystery of human connection. I set my eyes on the little golden boxes, got our mail, and headed back to work.