Author Archives: loriadams12

I read the email, and my heart sank to the soles of my feet.  In my work with foster children, there is a little boy waiting for his forever family.  He is currently in a beautiful home with two supportive parents, siblings and pets.  He is trying so hard to be happy, but still yearnsContinue reading “Space and Grace”

Those Facebook memories get me every time.  Some days I’m able to laugh and sink into a joyful memory, but honestly, some days they rip me wide open. It’s been two years since our last pictures were taken together, two years since her last trip to visit us on the farm. It’s been almost twoContinue reading “Surfing”

Farm Church This Sunday 11:00 am Come as You Are I zip past the vinyl banner, hung in front of a camp/retreat center less than a mile from our home.  I smile each time I pass, the sign being one of the many new things this suburban-bred girl is learning about living in the semi-ruralContinue reading “Come As You Are”

It is an early spring morning, still somewhat cool and crisp, unusual for this time of year in the South. I sip my steaming black coffee while sitting in our little gazebo overlooking the pasture, the mountains looming tall behind me. I love living on this land. There is nothing in my life that wouldContinue reading “Nesting”

Boredom.  The act of doing nothing.  Not knowing what to do.  Not knowing what you want to do.  Not really wanting to do anything.  And yet being restless that nothing is going on. When my kids were little, we called it “the can’t help its”…when they would get into a mood, you know, THAT mood,Continue reading “The Other Side of Boredom”

Through a series of serendipitous events a few weeks ago, I was blessed to spend a weekend in Golden, CO with a dear friend.  In addition to the long soul talks, great food and craft beer, spectacular fresh air and exquisite mountain ranges, the apex of the trip was seeing Michael Franti in concert atContinue reading “Learned, Burned and Earned”

It is a crystal clear sky, deep, cloudless, calm. The sun dominates the scenery, the true star of the show. It’s that beautiful new spring day when the dreariness of winter has been blown aside by spring breezes and the peeking promise of summer. I climb up into my jeep, lovingly named Daisy Jane, theContinue reading “Lost and Found”

Although I am in love with everything Spring, there is one day each year that sets my soul on fire. It happens after the last frost has tried to delay the season yet again, when the thick Southern pollen has stopped coating cars and driveways, and when the whole world is a bright Granny SmithContinue reading “Room to Grow”

My husband has a reputation with trees. He wants them cleared. All of them. Gone. It baffles me, and has outright angered me in the past. In our previous home, our back lot was very wooded. Yes, it could get messy, especially in an endless fall of leaves each autumn, but it also provided beautifulContinue reading “No Pushover”

I look up from my work and smile. She has taken over the yoga mat and sleeps peacefully in the sunbeam, as if the ray of light and warmth was created only for her. She is never far. She spends her days dutifully following me from space to space. She greats me each morning asContinue reading “Being Like Bess”