Word Traveling

Category: Creative Life

  • Seashells- A Poem to Ponder

    Seashells- A Poem to Ponder

      We’ve traveled the globe far and wide, but nothing seems to bring as much joy to my heart as a meditative beach walk, seeking truth and time with God among the sands of the sea. After being inspired by our weekend in Captiva Island, Florida, I wanted to share with you this poem about…

  • Music is Poetry- Freedom in Words

    The other night, we were watching The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I giggled when Walter’s sister commented on the great mix tapes he used to make. That was me. Glued late nights to the radio listening for my favorite songs to record and dub and re-record- then mix and give away to friends. When I…

  • The Missing Element- A Poem

    Oh, words four days now the busyness has swept in. I’ve swept away dirt thoughts dead- lines check marks on my floor and mental black- bored without you. Missing you sweet, sweet words. Together, let’s move forward- once again leaving the dust and past behind. Buen Viaje! ~Jen

  • Folding Sheets

    A mother’s task list never ends- her families’ life upon it depends. With countless lines of things to do, One question troubles me… perhaps you. What’s the point of folding sheets? They’ll just get wrinkled when we sleep. T-shirts- I’ll fold them all day long while I sing a happy song. But those silly, giant…

  • Following the Cloud: A Recap from Beech Retreat, 2012

    Scroll below to read my review in prose of Beech Retreat! In 2004, when I wandered the year in Europe with a broken plan, empty wallet, husband in the vines and a baby at my breast, my ever encouraging brother-in-law said, “You should start a blog.” “What’s that?” I responded. This was 2004, friends. No…

  • Inspired by the Bricks: a lego stop action and poem.

    Inspired by the Bricks: a lego stop action and poem.

    Lego Stop Action and a Poem   These bricks, these bricks are everywhere in my pantry and the green chair. We’ve tried to sort them all by color How they escape? I’ll always wonder- The plastic bins Never can contain them- Because he’s always rearrangin’ We pick them up and then, just then- It’s time…