Welcome little Aliya | The world just got softer & sweeter
Welcome to the world, baby girl. I could never have scripted how becoming a grandmother would make me feel so alive and so humble.
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'I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.' [Flannery O' Connor]
Why this blog?
The simple answer...
Because I have things to say and my voice sounds better when it is written down.
The variety of chair styles in the above image represents the various walks and stages of life, cultures,
backgrounds and places we all come from but signifying that we can all sit around one table and
respectfully engage with one another; sharing conversations, burdens, joys and perspectives.
Study
Library
PORCH
TRAVEL LOUNGE
GUEST ROOM
poetry couch
TEEN GIRLS' ROOM
KIDDIES' PLAYROOM
TV ROOM
Art studio
Grey Rabbit Cottage
MADE BY LEANNE... WITH LOVE
This is a personal blog...
The perspectives, thoughts and opinions are my own and informed from personal context, crises, conversations, concerns, characters (real or fictional) and Christian convictions.
I am not writing on behalf of any specific group, or organisation (secular or Christian).
My intention is to pen my thinking with heart and integrity and for visitors to my site to
pause | read | engage - to think biblically and critically and to have conversations where truth and grace have the final say. .
Any guest articles and interviews are published with the permission of the authors and interviewees.
PORCH
'Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took some chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the evening
listening to the liquid song of the hermit thrush, they might enjoy life more.' [Tasha Tudor]
Frog said, "I wrote, 'Dear Toad, I am glad you are my best friend, Frog.'"
'Oh,' said Toad, 'That makes a very good letter.'
Then Frog and Toad went out onto the porch to wait for the mail.
They sat there feeling very happy together.
[Arnold Lobel, Frog and Toad Series]
'When people sat around on the porch and passed around the pictures of their thoughts
for the others to look and see, it was nice. The fact that the thought pictures were
always crayon enlargements of life made it even nicer to listen to.'
[Zora Neale Hurston]
'I dream of land, cut only where streams, glistened with birdsong, wander through
quiet hills burnt hard by the scrape of the wind, and of a porch from
which a single road leads only homeward.'
[Nancy E. Turner]
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