why i blog

the things we keep

By day, I change dressings and write nursing notes and input orders and answer emails. I speak to patient's with cancer, say another prayer, brew another coffee. By day I travel the world, or at least the grocery store. I read another chapter and battle another bad habit. I fry bacon. I change my outfit. I refill my water glass and then start the laundry and sing lullabies and search for that ubiquitous missing sock yet again.

By night, I write it all down here.

Quotable

I collect quotes. Sometimes I pin them on Pinterest. The collected words puddle together, trickle down through my thoughts and live deep inside; a pool ready to be swam in, or paddled across in a canoe. Sometimes I use them to wash away the dust of an ordinary day, so I can go forward, stronger. This quote though, is one I've had pinned in my kitchen cupboard for years. I first read it when I was in Austria I think or wherever Goethe's statue is located. I came across it again when I was reading a Covey book and then again when I went to a Relief Society meeting. It seemed to be telling me something. Something I think I needed to hear.