light·heart·ed adjective \-ˌhär-təd\ Definition of LIGHTHEARTED 1 : free from care, anxiety, or seriousness : happy-go-lucky 2 : cheerfully optimistic and hopeful : easygoing from Merriam-Webster Online I’m coming to believe lighthearted is a choice, a choice I want to make for my life. Here I am, a mother of four children, a full time instructional coach, a writer, a friend, a wife, to list the roles will fill the night, and I make mistakes. It’s impossible to get things right every single minute of every single day of every single week. I’m bound to mess up. Even… Read more lighthearted. →
Today I was a story collector. People like to collect things when they visit places. Andy’s cousin collects cookbooks. My brother collects marathons. Tam collects rocks. I collect stories. It… Read more story collector →
I started my day in the Heartland.I ended my day in the Northeast. I started my day with coffee.I ended my day with raspberries and ice cream. I started my day with family.I ended my day with a friend. I started my day with hurry-up.I ended my day with scripture. I started my day with a book half read.I ended my day with a book almost finished. I started my day in my bedroom.I ended my day in a hotel. Click on the image to read moreslices at Two Writing… Read more started and ended today →
It’s not even my birthday, and I received a present tonight. You know it’s going to be great when an almost toothless seven year old grins and giggles and keeps… Read more a gift from sam →
Dear Sleep, I like you. You take the big problems of the day, fold them during the night, and show me them in the morning as they actually are: insignificant. You fortify me from germs, saving me from sickness. You protect me from stress. You wrap me in perspective. You restore me. Thank you,Ruth In January I collected this quote from Julie Ackerman — What God accomplishes in our bodies while we drift off to dreamland is nothing short of miraculous. While we do nothing, God replenishes our energy, rebuilds… Read more dear sleep →
Reading Thieves I love this view from our breakfast table last week. I look at it and giggle a little, because, really, who has mornings like this? And why am… Read more reading thieves →
Andy smiles as I stir awake. The alarm sounds hours after I prefer. I groan, because of the disappointment of missing my bedtime and needing the sleep to restore. “Don’t worry,” he says, “We have the whole day.” Sam’s footsteps on the steps make me smile, but not as much as the way he runs from the doorway to me, flinging himself onto the couch in a full hug. He giggles. It restores my soul.He jumps down, picks three books off of the shelf and tosses them on the couch… Read more energy for today →
Disappointed. This is what I’m feeling right now. Yesterday demanded something of me every single minute. Most of what was demanded, I didn’t want to give. The thing I’m most disappointed about isn’t the unintended messages or the grumbling people or even the visit that went too long past my bedtime, the thing I am most disappointed about is I didn’t get to slice. I know many people write posts ahead of time. Others keep a back up post in their queue for days like yesterday. However, I’ve challenged myself… Read more demanding →
“And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back… Read more anytime →
Ruth Ayres Writes 