Not Because I Doubted Though hidden beneath layers worn thin and well tucked; Hidden in the open spaces, bared to the winds of history, the contortions of mystery;   the invitation was everywhere in you– voice, whisker, shuffle, silence, the defiant parry of blue from your eye:   Put your finger here, reach out your…

It is not adherents of a teaching but followers of a life that Christ is looking for. –Søren Kierkegaard– It is a sobering reflection of his that I read this morning. He writes of the difference between being an admirer and being a follower of Christ. With an admirer, the connect is there in language…

  I was a part of something small, simple, and beautiful, yesterday. I had gone to the bank for the community and included a swing by the library in my loop homeward. A bonus day for me, I left with a volume apiece from three different series I enjoy. It was brilliantly sunny–a generous, kind,…

“Attention without feeling…is only a report.” –Mary Oliver– Over the course of my life I have had the chance to read several volumes of my great-grandmother’s journals…I read the first one before I was ten when I found it in a box at my grandmother’s house and asked if I could read it. I can…

I can remember pretending my pen was a magic wand when I was a child. I was well aware that I couldn’t really make anything disappear or multiply in number, but nonetheless, I had a knowing that what I held was a capable tool and it could make things happen. I felt secure if I…

I have had reason of late to think a lot about home…about where I live…about feeling like I fit here…about my lifelong pattern of moving…     Where I am Home There are times I want to ask, God, why you gave me wings if I am meant to stay and why you let me…

statue by Angela Johnson I have to share a thought about a woman I know well and whom I have never encountered. She is a woman of my own time and part of a story begun long ago. I think of her regularly and have spent today in her company. There was a woman afflicted…

7:19 AM I am in the rocker at the window with a glorious mug of caffeinated goodness…the proportions fell just so and settled into a fullness beyond the average…A nice morning for that to have happened, too–today is the fourth anniversary of my final vows. And here I am, celebrating this life in Canada…who’d have…

The Measure of Extraordinary   Must I settle for only sipping at the depth of the poured coffee quotidian adventure of life? Must I die my last death before walking the ribbon of wonder you weave throughout my days? What restraint must I show? What awe not proclaim, what passion temper for the nearness of…

8 January, 2015 From Isaiah…via the Gospel of Luke in today’s readings– The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring glad tidings to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free,…