For now we see as in a glass, darkly; then we will see face to face. – Paul
We have a problem.
Slender rectangles dangle in our pockets, our purses, our coats. They call out to our hands, our hearts, our minds.
I wonder if so-and-so responded to what I said yet. I wonder how many people liked my picture on Instagram. I wonder what crazy thing so-and-so has posted on Facebook today.
And while the wondering isn’t harmful, necessarily,
the constant triggers
be beginning to rule us.
On Janus, there is no reason to speak. Tom can go for months and not hear his own voice. He knows some keepers who make a point of singing, just like turning over an engine to make sure it still works. But Tom finds freedom in the silence. He listens to the wind. He observes the tiny details of life on the island. – M.L. Stedman, ‘The Light Between Oceans.’
I know. I’m behind on blogging.
I could give a variety of excuses:
1. Our winter homeschool activity schedule. The girls love gymnastics, but it may have been the thing that tipped me from happy homeschooling mama to off-kilter, crazy lady. Considering the encouragement I receive from steady, faithful, fellow homeschooling mamas while we watch our children learn to tumble, though, I’ll be sad to see these ten weeks be over.