This is my friend. My writing pal. A fellow traveler whom you might have heard of. Her name is Shannan Martin, and way back in the day, in the cave-drawing, hunter-gatherer decade of the blogasphere, she was known as Flower Patch Farmgirl and I was known as My Little Life and then Jolly Goode Gal (because, hello Enneagram 7.) In those ye old days of yore, Shannan was happy fixing up her ... View Post
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The Rhythm of the Year, Entering Lent
If January has become my month for hibernating, then February is the month when my cocoon becomes a little too tight. The month when Spring is the yet-not-yet, when winter holds on with it's cold and clingy fist, when it's too soon and all over simultaneously. The month when when I crave BIG change just in order to make SOMETHING come alive, yet am still groggy from my self-imposed long winters ... View Post
Back at It
It's a sick day around Preservation Acres. Possible ear infections, flu or mono... Waiting for doctors appointments later this afternoon for official diagnosis. Of course it may just be the meanness coming out of us. That is what my Maw always said. Just the meanness coming out... I wonder how many photo's I have taken of muffins over the years. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens. I don't know ... View Post
An Examen of January
Every so often I will be posting a sort of round-up post based on the practice of Praying the Examen. Here is one for January 2018. Step 1. Become aware of God’s presence in and around and through all things. The more we add to life here at Preservation Acres, the more aware I become of God's presence in and through and around all things. The more things we plant, care ... View Post
The Redemption of a Serial Plant Murderer
I thought maybe it was Spring. But that was way back in February. Who was I kidding? March was coming. March in Arkansas is cold and wet. And even a bit snowy. Yes, snowy. No matter how harsh or mild our "winter" has been, March sputters and spits and toys with our emotions and clothing options. March is a cruel mistress. She is to our Spring what September is to our Autumn; A complete and ... View Post
The Sacred Practice of Being Oneself – Owning My Style
I will offer You my grateful heart, for I am Your unique creation, filled with wonder and awe. You have approached even the smallest details with excellence; Your works are wonderful; I carry this knowledge deep within my soul. Psalm 139:14 The Voice (VOICE) I have never doubted that I was loved. By God, by my parents, by my husband, my children, my friends. But I have always doubted ... View Post
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