PAT DURMON, POET
January 13, 2020
There’s more to life than we know. More to an education than we know. More to prayer than we can imagine.
I lost my keys.
We have backup keys, it was late, and I was tired. So I stood silent against the stir of the new year. I did not look for my keys, knowing I’d look i...
January 6, 2020
My best and warmest thoughts to you.
Alistair Begg, a Bible-teaching minister, grew up in Great Britain and now lives in America. Maybe you’ve heard of him.
On January 3, 2020, he published Alistair Begg's New Year Letter for 2020 on his website blog. Here, he tells how...
December 30, 2019
Here is a girl who presses upward to the sky while climbing a tree to hang shiny ornaments. I watch through the window.
She came to our house on Christmas Day, so she’d not been here for the hanging of the greens. Now she makes up for that loss.
She is a woodpecker climb...
December 16, 2019
God is in front of us like a boulder in the middle of the highway. Do I usually see and recognize His plan? No, I do not.
My husband and I try to schedule quarterly appointments with different doctors at the same hour in the same clinic.
First, we are escorted to a waiti...
December 9, 2019
Have you noticed that sunsets never last long enough? The sun sighs, changes, fades, then it’s gone.
It’s December 5th. I’m headed out the door to get a haircut at an odd time. My hairdresser added me to the end of her day. I step off the porch and note the sunset.
December 2, 2019
Some of us do this thing when life is hard and there’s nothing we can do about it.
For whatever it’s worth, I, Pat Durmon and retired mental health counselor, give you permission to sigh.
It’s just another way of grieving.
And sometimes, there simply are no words to cover...
November 25, 2019
Mid-week. I head down an aisle in Walmart. There, I see what looks like R2-D2. You remember him from Star Wars, right? He’s the short, squatty one.
I stand and stare.
What am I seeing?
A woman stops her cart next to the robot, which does not move an inch.
I ask, “What do y...
November 18, 2019
According to the weatherman, it’s not winter yet. But here I am with a blanket and huddled next to the fire, watching dried cottonwood leaves on trees as they gently fan back and forth.
My husband tells me it’s 18 degrees outside.
His words make me move closer to the fi...
November 11, 2019
We’d come from the doctor’s office. Guess we were hungry. Or was it the coziness of the café we needed?
The body knows about pain.
It has known that lesson since we were youngsters when we stubbed toes or had a rock in a shoe. Maybe my first encounter with pain was when...
November 4, 2019
My October was filled with dreams, leaves, critiques, a presentation, visit with a sister, maples, a retreat, and gathering books for a book signing in November at Barnes & Noble.
Not at all what I dreamed about 30 years ago. What would friends from that era think of wh...
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