Sweet Tea Archives - Page 13 of 16

Words Between Generations {Preserve Your Story ~ Day 4}

by Darcy Wiley | Oct 7, 2012 | Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}, Sweet Tea

Today I’d like to share a piece from another storyteller, my mother. She overflows with meaningful memories from her childhood and young adulthood, and whether talking or writing, she gives those memories beginning, middle and end and I see them so clearly that I...

A Bowl for Stars

by Darcy Wiley | Sep 4, 2012 | Pencils & Pens, Sweet Tea

I have a thing for words pounded out, a mallet to metal spreading sky like a bowl for stars. What is the creative life but this brush with infinity? One more keystroke at the end of the page, edge of the formless void, the yet wordless place, and a new page springs...

Back up to the Waterline

by Darcy Wiley | Aug 28, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Sweet Tea

The dock stands awkward like a kid in high school swim class, skinny legs and tan lines showing. Our little ones sprawl from the diving board into muddy water and go airborne off slides that jut out three feet above the surface. Even toward autumn, the lake feels the...

When Your Wish Gets Grounded

by Darcy Wiley | Aug 10, 2012 | Pocket Change, Sweet Tea

{A special welcome to those visiting from Naptime Diaries. So glad to have you here! To keep up with Message in a Mason Jar, be sure to follow via email or RSS feed on the sidebar of the homepage.} Sometimes you put a wish on your summer list, like, let’s say, a ride...

We Play Marbles

by Darcy Wiley | Jul 17, 2012 | Sweet Tea

We played marbles today. You lined up thirteen of them in the shape of a cross, tucked the shooter orb between your fingers and flicked it with your thumb. They clicked hard against each other. Half a dozen went spinning off the mat, colors of fire and ice, little...

The Inventor’s Banyan {Gift from the Sea 6: Argonauta}

by Darcy Wiley | Jul 16, 2012 | Gift from the Sea ~ Summer Book Club 2012, Sweet Tea

We were gathered in by branches, a generous canopy shielding sun from shoulders that looked mostly like stewed tomatoes. I had told my husband to wear sunscreen the day before, but he hadn’t listened. So this day, we fled the Gulf beach to find shade along the...