Musings of a Louisville St. Louisan

  Last week I did something stupid.  It probably lists on the top ten most asinine things that Dorothy Inman has ever done. I kid you not. Wait for it...I ran into a light pole. It was dark, rainy, I was horridly (like your entire face feels like elephants are dancing on it, can't sleep at night) sick, tired and had pregnancy brain. I wasn't even going ten miles an hour and the small hole that was in the bumper was, when you are thinking of things that could happen in an accident, one of the smallest problems you would ever worry about when you thought, "Oh my gosh, what if I got in an accident". My daughter was in the car with me and we both started crying. Not because we were hurt, but because we were scared. Mostly because even at less than 10 miles an hour apparently if you hit a light pole, your air bag will deploy. If you have never had that happen before, trust me, it is freakin' scary. It's even more scary when you are 21 ...

    ‘Why have we fasted,’ they say,      ‘and you have not seen it? Why have we humbled ourselves,      and you have not noticed?’ “Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please      and exploit all your workers. Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife,      and in striking each other with wicked fists. You cannot fast as you do today      and expect your voice to be heard on high. Isaiah 58:3-4   It's that time of the year when men and women alike give up their most prized possession in order to reflect more on, do more for and get closer to God. Me?  I realized not too many months ago that I have an addiction problem. When I wake up in the morning, it is the first thing I do and before I go to sleep at night, it is the last thing I check. What is that thing? Facebook. Although I still check my notifications and messa...

Both doors of the world Stand Open Opened to you at twilight We hear the doors slamming and slamming And we hear what can't be known And we hear what's green in your always Paul Celan  New Years Eve has been set aside as a time to reflect on the year that is passing and resolve to make the next year better.  Every year, at 11:50 (in their respective time zones), the world counts down to 12:00, while in New York a bedazzled disco ball drops from Times Square in New York. When the clock strikes midnight, you kiss your significant other and sing "Auld Lang Syne" with 100 of your closest friends while clutching a glass of champagne in your hand. The New Year has begun. Instagram, Twitter and Facebook is instantly filled with pictures of parties, quiet celebrations and greetings of "Happy New Year." Last New Year's Eve I greeted the New Year in a hospital bed.  Just a few minutes before midnight, at 18 weeks pregnant, I gave birth to my ...

Yew Dell Gardens My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, For the Mighty One has done great things for me,  Holy is His Name. Luke 1:46-49 Last Christmas morning I thought today would be much different.   In the early hours of the day I would have been woken up by the faint sound of a baby's cry, calling for her mama to feed her.  As I sat in the faint light of Christmas morning, the little girl would have nuzzled me and brought me warmth.  My heart would have swelled with great joy and pride at this beautiful creature that had been gifted to me.  I would have thought about how Mary would have felt over 2,000 years ago as she gently held the Christ child.  I would have been in awe that I could share this form of basic humanity with her.  I would have been full of such great lo...

Thankful for Pink I have done a lot of reflecting over the past 11 months.  I have done a lot of grieving and a lot of changing (whether intentional or unintentional, for better or worse).  If there is one thing I have been trying to learn, and trying to learn to do well, it is to be thankful.  I haven't been perfect at it and in some ways I haven't even been trying, but it is an unexpected flood that has come out of the pain that this last year has brought me.  There have been moments that I would have normally let pass, as if they were vapors, that I now know to tuck deep down into my soul, in hopes they would nourish every part of me.  Moments that I hope to remember for the rest of my life.  Moments that would mold me into the human I am to become.   This time last year I was 14 weeks pregnant.  I was tired and nauseous.  I had a two and a half year old and she was pressing every button ever known to man (and some unknown buttons)...