Days of Being: December 5

I walked from my guest cabin to the lodge in the cold darkness of the early morning. Frigid air stung my face as I picked up my pace. Gravel crunched under my feet. A rooster crowed. My phone buzzed with notifications as I neared the lodge where the precious WiFi service awaited me.

I’d love for you to share one of your ordinary moments in the comments below.  Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online and on Instagram. If you’d like to participate, email me at

Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from our ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my December 5s.