This year it is hard to keep my heart remotely focused on Jesus and his last days leading up to the cross.
That wasn’t the sentence I was going to lead with, but as I scraped my soul for a “festive”, holy way to expound upon this DIY project I came up empty. Continue reading
I have a tumultuous relationship with words. Sometimes they are easy, serve me well, trip from my fingers like a shattering, sparkling waterfall, simple and pretty. Interesting, even. And they have served me well when the waterfall is internal weeping flowing out a perfect imperfect accolade for what formerly was but internal. A starting point, a resting point, a recollecting point. And I think that stormier part of my word-relationship has been told to be quiet for far too long. Continue reading
The brown bananas had been staring at me for days and after a particularly long work day, I decided what the Olexa household needed was some warm, sumptuous banana bread. However, there were two things to combat: 1) I can’t use butter (my system & dairy do NOT get along) and 2) bananas are okay (meh, their star quality -in my opinion- is the moistness/sweetness they provide) but for my taste buds to be truly jumping for joy something more needed to be going on. Continue reading
still adjusting to life changes, cozy to be in the same room together at the end of the day // cuddle companions, Tesla ever-miffed at my paparazzi-ing // warm-from-the-oven banana berry bread (recipe of my own invention), eaten with honey butter and licked fingers // an old favorite revisited, unsure of what I think of this new season // little 45 received in the mail, played over and over, Béatrice Martin in my living room.