Yolk

I’ve had a few doors closed on me lately.  If I’m honest, it’s more than a few, and it’s caused me to look out for new ones: new doors, new windows, new possibilities.  I’m training my eyes up and out to see if I can recover the plan, if there is such a thing, and I’ve had... Continue Reading →

Not the Farmer

I caught myself taking back the things I had given to God to take care of for me, and then I remembered the Farmer. A few days ago, I wrote about how a sweet farmer washing new eggs in the back of a farm store came to represent God for me, how this kind, gentle... Continue Reading →

Farmer

I wrote yesterday about the recurrence of egg references throughout my day. I saw a bunch of fresh eggs in the early morning at a local farm, and egg shapes on my yoga mat. I heard a conversation on public radio about the longevity and shelf stability of eggs, and eggs were featured in the... Continue Reading →

Eggs

I went to our local farm store early this morning to drop something off, and there was just one person there, taking care of the one crop they still bring in every morning, even in March: eggs. The farmer was taking great care to wash the eggs, one by one, and line them up on... Continue Reading →

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