Beth Wilson
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The First Stone: The Lake
Looking out my kitchen window, I see some of the rocks laid around our pond. It started here. Whether I was in the kitchen looking at the pond, or whether I was actually down at the pond, I can’t remember.… Continue reading
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The Twelve Stones
Walk with me. It’s the dry season, but the grass has been mowed. Ordinary shoes will do fine. Grasshoppers sense us coming, so they jump out of the way just before we come upon them. Dragonflies zip here and there,… Continue reading
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Too Wonderful
What is it about believing in the wonderful that often feels improbable? Five years ago we moved into the farmhouse. That was a big deal. I thought, “Why me, of all people? This feels too good to be true. This… Continue reading
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Creative Work
Some days I’m more creative than others, meaning the wind of creativity blows stronger, the impulse to abandon visible productivity drives me crazy if I don’t listen. I feel panicked, like an opportunity is passing me by, and I cry… Continue reading
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The Rock
Every Easter, as families exit the church building, you’ll hear someone say, “Ope, gotta stop and get your picture by the Maurice and Gwen rock!” My family is no exception. In this photo you can see that we are dressed… Continue reading
12 Stones Farmhouse 