Beautiful Dust

"Somewhere in my dust heap there's a richness." – John Steinbeck


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  • A Second Finding

    I really want to talk about autumn, but I’m afraid I can’t do this season justice. Neither can I ignore it. It won’t let me. You see, I count my years, not in the cold winter of January, but with the advent of September and October. I’m sure it’s a by-product of being a teacher. The start Continue reading

  • Failing

    I made peach jam for the first time ever this week. Part of the above statement is a lie. I think I was in good shape with the project until I actually started reading the recipe that came with the box of pectin. My mother assured me this was what she relied upon. Initially, it Continue reading

  • Unchanging

    Unchanging

    I think it’s time to write about Go Set a Watchman. Not because I’m happy with the book. Maybe I need to write about it because I’m not. Happy, that is. I’m not happy because Scout is going by Jean Louise in this book, and she is wholly herself and wholly me as well, mostly in Continue reading

  • Saying

    Actions Speak Smile said “we’re friends” Mocking smirked and replied, “so you’ll love me no matter what.” It was Hug who said “hello” in the first place But he has to say “goodbye” as well. I know you like my food because Eating told me so And it was Reading who informed me of what Continue reading

  • Seeking

    Something pertaining to generosity In this shade and in this breeze Whisper ideas Curling into thoughts Small and soft like buds and blooms Clinging to branches in spring. I trace their outlines onto paper Arranging a bouquet of the abstract Into something I can grasp in my hands While I look for a measure of Continue reading

  • Unassuming

    “I’m beginning to recognize that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.” – Beau Taplin I’ve been thinking about little joys ever Continue reading

  • Asking

    I would like gasping happiness like driving fast in summertime. I would like steadiness through change, to be standing still even on sand. I would like clarity for repentance. I would like peace enough to rest and be unashamed of breathing. I would like wisdom with assurance for when I know only this step and not the Continue reading

  • Picturing

    I like where I am right now. I’m speaking very literally here. I like where I am sitting. It used to be a street, I think; now it’s essentially a giant patio. There are paving bricks instead of asphalt, which I think adds a charming flair to the feel of the thing. The most pleasant Continue reading

  • Adventuring

    I’m in Georgetown sitting by the river right now. Georgetown is where you have the option to sit under a tree by the canal or in the sun on the edge of the Potomac. I like that. I chose the river today for the breeze and for the view. I walked over the Key Bridge Continue reading

  • Reassuring

    I said goodbye to a dear friend this week. I said goodbye once already, but as my fantastic luck would have it, he came back and we had to repeat the process. I cried a lot less this time, which was helpful. Saying goodbye was different this time than it was before. A few months Continue reading

About Me

I’m Stephanie – a perpetual student and aspiring hobbit. I love language, literature, and theology. I’m happiest when surrounded with good food, good company, and things that grow.

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