by Natalie Ogbourne | Aug 4, 2015 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
The pontoon pulled away from the dock and turned toward the open water where we drifted past brown and pastel cabins tucked into the trees along the shore. Under the influence of the overcast day, that was all there was to see. The sky, typically the star of our...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Jul 7, 2015 | Pondering Life Outside
Summer mornings, I walk the gravel line between the drone of highway traffic and the twitter of birds in the pasture. A road that knows few cars and fewer houses, its ditches prosper rabbits and bees and the birds which lay down my...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Oct 14, 2014 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
A few Saturdays ago, I woke to thunder and began to pray that it wouldn’t rain. Seconds later, I realized that it was 6:30 a.m., the time when my post The Best Thing One Can Do was scheduled to land in inboxes, mine included. I wasn’t...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Sep 23, 2014 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
A low rumble of a growl, that’s how it started. Our first camping trip found us buried further down a country road than I had ever traveled, stuck on one of those rural grassy drives between dusty gravel and green pasture. The little red Plymouth Sundance that I...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Jul 8, 2014 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
My great-grandma was a woman of summer. She kept a garden and her table overflowed with its bounty. She picked berries for jam and to top ice cream. Once in a while, I helped her in the berry patch or the garden and it always shocked me when she showed up in pants....
by Natalie Ogbourne | Dec 5, 2013 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
When my uncle and aunt left their Century Farm in Iowa to ranch in Oklahoma they offered me much of what had been sitting, unused for generations, in their attic. There were books. Heaps of them. My favorites were the old ones with worn covers, among them a frayed...