Apr 29, 2016 | love, nature, prayer
If I gaze all day at the sun’s light upon the budding rhododendron, know that it means I love you. If my eyes glisten to see the breaking morning or share the breaking bread, know that it means I love you. If I pause for a whistling lesson from the towhee and...
Apr 25, 2016 | books, nature, writing
Every writer starts somewhere: The itch begins with a book that makes our spirits soar, or a teacher who affirms our creativity, or a spirit within us that insists on crafting stories. I have my own list of writing influences, but my first taste of publishing itself...
Apr 22, 2016 | courage, death, lament, prayer
Who will mourn death when it dies? Who will cry out against the drying of tears? Who will offer their shoulder when pain passes away? You have promised it, O God, and it is certainly so that all things are being made new. But in our gleeful grabbing at the latest...
Apr 17, 2016 | confession, faith, prayer, scripture
Because we lose hope, all the angels sing: “Glory!” Because we lose our way, all the angels sing: “Wisdom!” Because we cede to fear, all the angels sing: “Thanksgiving!” Because doubts arise, all the angels sing:...
Apr 15, 2016 | nature, peace, prayer
The lines hold space, the space catches breath, and where the lines bend in disciplined tension, the curves then sigh into release. How did you know, Creative Spirit, that I have been so intent on the lines and definitions and calculations that I have neglected to see...