JodiArndt

We Didn’t Know

August 22, 2018 Four years ago, we were sleeping in an empty house on an air mattress. After filling two moving trucks with the contents from our first home, we slept there uncomfortably, closing that chapter and excited to start a new one. We didn’t know what the future would hold. We didn’t know the […]

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Silence and Saturation

April 6, 2018 It’s a time of drinking in. Soaking my soul. Like the steady, constant rain that falls today, drip… drip…drip. My mind and heart and soul are like my front yard, saturated. Like the bottom of a riverbed, the tracks of the rain evidenced in the overflowing yard. There’s a peace in the […]

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Looking for More

February 5, 2018 It’s been a strange time for me, these last few months. Heart wounded, spirit broken, finding myself in unexplored terrain, my words have mostly gone silent or stayed trapped in my mind. The loss of my Gwynny, perhaps that is what set my feet down this path. I don’t know what exactly […]

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Expectations

February 4, 2016 Expectations- A strong belief that something will happen or be the case in the future. Plans- A detailed formulation of a program of action, or a method worked out in advance for achieving some objective. Dreams- Something that you have wanted very much to do, be, or have for a long time. […]

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In the Waiting

February 15, 2017 Sitting in the waiting room. Waiting for test results. Waiting to heal. Waiting to find my purpose. Waiting for kids to find shoes. Waiting, waiting, waiting. I am not a patient person. It feels like all I am doing lately, is waiting. Each stage of my mom’s journey fighting cancer seems like […]

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We Only Have Today

October 24, 2018 The question finally came from Zachary. “Mom, you’re home now, when will we get a new dog?” I should have known it that was coming. My canned lines have been: I am not home to train one. Lincoln has to be potty-trained because I am not potty-training a kid AND a dog […]

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Empty Collars

November 7, 2017 A big soft teddy bear: That’s what she felt like. Fuzzy and warm, she was always at my feet, or even under them. Her eyes were always on me, keeping track of where I was in the house. Following me upstairs, down to the basement, or in the bathroom, the foot of […]

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