Beautiful Dust

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


  • Starting

    In an effort to force myself to write on more topics than just those that appeal to my own sense of melodrama, I’ve signed myself up for Project Reverb. So for better or worse, off we go.  Where did you start 2014?  A room full of people. It was a party, one of the first… Continue reading

  • Quoting

    A non-traditional favorite of mine: Snow By Sleeping at Last The branches have traded their leaves for white sleeves All warm-blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees Christmas lights tangle in knots annually Our families huddle closely Betting warmth against the cold But our bruises seem to… Continue reading

  • Thanksgiving

    A most blessed Thanksgiving, but not in the usual way. I woke up to coffee and hugs and cinnamon rolls. I am grateful for how my family loves me and treats me with kindness and grace-filled consideration; I’m so beautifully surrounded by welcoming warmth. And as this day draws to a close, I bask in the details… Continue reading

  • Sharing

    Words that are mine yet belong to another. The lines resonate with the sounds of my aches and exultations. I sink into the luxury of concrete and abstract intersecting, and feel on my back the pressing weight of familiar truth revealed anew. Once, twice, and three times more I scan the page, memorizing each turn… Continue reading

  • Running

    As each foot, clad in the absurdly neon shoes, rolls into another stride, I shuffle my thoughts and feelings into order, cleaning house and clearing space. With deep sighs and measured movements I pick up the problems and stressors, dust them off, and carefully put them on the shelf. The iPod serves less as a soundtrack… Continue reading

  • Noticing

    November clouds sidle across my window Blanched gold Warms my face Meets my eyes Which dare to gaze long The sting accenting the transience Coaxing me to hurry but slowly Colors painted in contrast onto sky and trees Overwritten with the music of peace Cadences of longing and fulfillment. Holy, holy, holy, My only response. Continue reading

  • Grieving

    Remembering a dear friend today. Tamped down in the corners of my heart Smoothed and pressed and safe Memories disturb me not. But the moments roll Over me in waves. A laugh A play on words The smallest punctuation The victories of the day-to-day. Rock and island that I am Just as you said I… Continue reading

  • Friending

    Your friendship exhausts me I’m wrung dry. And it wouldn’t be so devastating if you weren’t so Smart Attractive Intriguing Oblivious Continue reading

  • Settling

    Don’t settle for less they told me you deserve more. So like the leaves in sunlit autumn golden and shifting I refuse to settle. But that smile And those eyes Beckon me to settle And come to rest. Continue reading

  • Remembering

    Fall Warmth and radiance Toned in reds and oranges. Patterned with leaves and bonfires. Coming home To family and apple pies Hidden storefronts Clutching stories that smell of cigars and secrets Friends Cocooned in scarves and sweaters; The colors echoing the dying world. Trees stained in gold And the gray mists Mirrored by the sighing… 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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