Author: Bethany Howard
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It’s not mine to hold
Seda, our dog, has a favorite branch that is 4 times her length. She attacks it and fights with it. She drags it around the yard in circles because that’s really all one can accomplish with such an wieldy foe. She growls and wages war against the stick that won’t let her win – the…
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Stuck on a tightrope
I’ve stranded myself in the middle of a tightrope. Maybe that is where you are now… worn out from maintaining the status quo, but you are frozen in place. Every muscle works at maximum capacity to keep you safe, steady, and stuck. I’ve been there – working hard and doing what should be done, but…
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Where we come from
When I am driving a long distance at a solid 73 miles an hour I often wonder where the cars I am traveling beside are headed. Where are they going? The car with the license plate from Maine – are they headed home or are they just arriving to their destination? I had just…
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In the pocket
There’s a pair of denim shorts in my dresser right now with a folded up ten-dollar bill in the front, left pocket. It’s always in there. I reach into my pocket often when I am wearing the shorts to make sure it is still there. Its lived in this pocket for a long time – …
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Let the light do its work
I stand in the backyard. There are more leaves on the ground since yesterday. The morning is cool and so I seek the sun. I step into the rays and can’t help but notice that the sun is in a different spot. The light has moved. I turned, to see where it was that the…
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Upon closer inspection
If you look at my calendar you would think it is a mess. The same could be said for my car, the basement, my desktop, and the laundry room. My hope is that upon closer inspection, you might be able to look past the insanity, the yogurt splashes, the boxes, the piles of shoes –…
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Pieces of her
She found a piece of herself under the couch last month. It was dusty and covered in Cheerio crumbs but it definitely belonged to her. It was hard to tell but she thinks it might be her sense of adventure. Last week she opened a box in the attic and was shocked to find her…
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The weight of hope
She holds hope in her hand – feels the smooth, comforting weight of it. She carries it with her wherever she goes. It is a gift that was given to her and it is her greatest treasure. She does her best to guard it, to protect it, and keep doubt from tarnishing its glow. Every…
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The song of humanity.
The trees, the dolphins, and the mountains call to me and demand to be seen. I can’t look away. The bird’s song, the breeze, tickling the trees, the way a flower grows from a teeny seed. I can’t look away. I see their creator in them. His design, his joy, his creativity is in the…
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I am not a robot.
There are days when I check off all the boxes. If you saw me in action you might say, “Get out of her way! She’s got a list!” On these days I am a Professional Mom/Wife/Writer/Organizer/Cleaner/Chef. There are days that I am a Professional Facebooker. There are days that if I could get paid to…
