August 2019 – Raelyn Pracht

The Reasons I love Pumpkin Spice Lattes

I love Pumpkin Spice Lattes (PSLs). This year I was at Starbucks at 5:30 in the morning on the first day they were available. Although I love the flavor of pretty much anything Pumpkin Spice, there is much more to these PSLs for me than the flavor. First, they represent a change in seasons. SinceContinue reading “The Reasons I love Pumpkin Spice Lattes”

Breathe

Breathing is a natural function. We do it without thinking. Inhale. Exhale. It happens while we go about the busyness of our lives. For me, and maybe even for you, there have been moments I stopped breathing. I remember clearly the doctor telling me that I needed to breathe after giving me a Melanoma diagnosis. Continue reading “Breathe”

Let the Wind Take Hold

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Photo by Johan Bos on Pexels.com Our minds are like the tallest tree where the heaviest and strongest winds test the strength of the branches. Our thoughts are the many leaves attached to each branch. Some thoughts gladly let the wind take hold of them and send them either soaring…

Looking at Scars Differently

I received my biospy results for my last skin check and if I am truthful to myself and to you, the results knocked the wind out of me. I was expecting nothing. Instead, I got something. A spot on my hip that looked the same, color and shape as it always has to me, wasContinue reading “Looking at Scars Differently”

For What Do I Wait – Thoughts on Psalm 39

Darkness fell upon us we scrambled to find light – light from anything to close the void, to bring us joy instead of despair. We continue to seek – to find light in things and having faith that they will bring us hope. We search the earth, but cannot find. We wait on the thingsContinue reading “For What Do I Wait – Thoughts on Psalm 39”

Writing is Writing Even If . . .

Writing is my passion. I have always loved to write, but the passion and desire to want to do it during all of my free time wasn’t there. It wasn’t there because I didn’t let it be there. I let all of the other duties in my life push the passion aside. It is thereContinue reading “Writing is Writing Even If . . .”

Sunday Mornings- Writing with God

There is something beautiful on a spiritual level about spending Sunday mornings before church writing. It always feels as if there is a surge of electricity that fills the connection between God and I. I sit at Dunkin with my coffee and my laptop, put the earbuds in to listen to some Nat King ColeContinue reading “Sunday Mornings- Writing with God”