tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post647267198342815756..comments2024-03-27T03:25:08.267-07:00Comments on Life in the Shoe: Letter from Harrisburg: The Comfort of the FamiliarDorcashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07050605764466835485noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-67244518013899849922016-02-16T09:33:15.162-08:002016-02-16T09:33:15.162-08:00Thank you for this.Thank you for this.Weshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11912070502861111350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-20306034317258906002016-02-16T04:14:04.637-08:002016-02-16T04:14:04.637-08:00I really like this post. It reminds me of "in...I really like this post. It reminds me of "in whatsoever state I am, to be content", but not in a passive way. This is to be content because I am fulfilling my purpose in the larger scheme of things, whatever state that is. :) Also, I think ladies'retreat sounds wonderful!Deep8http://wocketinmypocket.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-79018113974865970732016-02-15T18:49:03.900-08:002016-02-15T18:49:03.900-08:00I really appreciated this post and reading it in t...I really appreciated this post and reading it in the RG.<br />Sue R.<br /><br />You might enjoy this poem that extols the simple things:<br /><br />I Have Found Such Joy<br />I have found such joy in simple things; <br />A plain, clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread, <br />A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings, <br />The shelter of a roof above my head. <br />And in a leaf-laced square along the floor, <br />Where yellow sunlight glimmers through the door. <br /><br />I have found such joy in things that fill <br />My quiet days: a curtain's blowing grace, <br />A potted plant upon my windowsill, <br />A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase; <br />A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair, <br />And books I long have loved beside me there. <br /><br />Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might <br />Tell every woman who goes seeking far <br />For some elusive, feverish delight, <br />That very close to home the great joys are: <br />The elemental things--old as the race, <br />Yet never, through the ages, commonplace. <br /> --Grace Noll CrowellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11022879.post-61776255266426812792016-02-15T06:32:17.883-08:002016-02-15T06:32:17.883-08:00I love this perspective! Recently I've felt my...I love this perspective! Recently I've felt myself chafing at the smallness of my world. Laundry, meals, cleaning, and mostly caring for my infant daughter. I used to be the college student who studied amazing things, the teacher who made creative lesson plans, and the church-goer who handled many responsibilities. Now I read voraciously and do crosswords (both can be quietly done while baby naps) to keep my mind alive. But once upon a time someone was a launching pad for me, and I loved going home. I hope to create the same gift for my daughter, and to be able to recognize the smallness of my world as an open door instead of a barred entrance.Rebekahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13692574272922207805noreply@blogger.com