Thursday, August 20, 2015


Rest is not ease @ Mt. Hope Chronicles


So often it feels elusive.

Difficult to define, more difficult to realize.

In my weak human-ness, I wish for ease.


I’ve always struggled with it. I can be honest: I’m a pendulum swinger.

Negligence? Check. Anxiety? Check.


Maybe I’m not alone.


It was a rough month.

The indecision. The inability to control or enjoy. The little things in the way. And just plain stuff in the way.


But little arrows.

Here and there, pointing the way.

A blog post or two or three. A workshop. A book. A few literary quotes.

Decisions made.

A little peace. A little breathing room.

Inspiration, finally.

A little excitement.



Where one goes and her faults follow. Along with all the little (and big) quirks of humanity to whom she has given birth.

Moments of loveliness. Moments of feeling like a scrag of a tree on a weather-beaten rock.


But grace is a fact.

Grace is a fact @ Mt. Hope Chronicles


Laura at By the Bushel said...

Truth, indeed. Thanks for posting.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for this post. Yes, everything said I feel and know. We are definitely not alone in this. And, grace is a fact...this quote is going in my commonplace journal for sure. Thank you again. <3 Gretchen