by Darcy Wiley | Dec 19, 2013 | Buttons & Thread, Fireflies, Sweet Tea
Merci. It means “thank you” and it means the things I’m thankful for, all the ways you, my doula, acted out the full meaning of the word in “providing relief from suffering,” and showing “compassionate treatment of those in distress.” That was me when the water broke...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 20, 2013 | A Less Digital Life, Fireflies, Pocket Change
We walked into our friend’s office downcast at the news of another scuffle in the Middle East. When we asked whether he’d be canceling his upcoming ministry trip there, his eyes sparkled. We had looked at the situation from the exterior. He had seen it from the heart,...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 3, 2013 | A Less Digital Life, Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change
I pivot the tiny screen on its hinges and almost slam it away in the ceiling of the minivan. “Don’t even ask,” I tell them, “we’re keeping our eyes on the real world today.” I’m lecturing by now, a woman with a diatribe, “There’s so much beauty around us….” A...
by Darcy Wiley | Dec 5, 2012 | Fireflies
With a weathered spoon, I am chasing bubbles in boiling oatmeal when my three-year-old stampedes down the wooden stairs, shouting out with the tree in his sights. “Shh!” I shake my head, “Your sister’s still sleeping.” It’s a ruckus when he’s in the room. The...
by Darcy Wiley | Oct 23, 2012 | Fireflies, Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}
We rolled up to the farm and flung the doors open. The firstborn knew what to do with the fields in sight. He galloped. He jumped. He turned himself upside down then right side up, somersaulting himself on repeat over unkempt grass and dirt. Like Erika at The Life...
by Darcy Wiley | Sep 28, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Jam
I pivot the tiny screen on its hinges and almost slam it away in the ceiling of the minivan. “Don’t even ask,” I tell them, “we’re keeping our eyes on the real world today.” I’m lecturing by now, a woman with a diatribe, “There’s so much beauty around us….” A...