Retreat

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...

King Cat

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...

Passing Away

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...

All the Angels

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:...

Between the Lines

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...

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