Some days ago I received a gift in the mail. It had no fewer than 37 stamps stuck on the outside of it and it was wrapped in paper. An 85 year old sister of mine had been collecting my writings over the years and as part of her paring down, she sent me a…

This Trinity Sunday, I was caught more than ever by the all encompassing nature of our triune God..Point of origin, companion on the journey, and what will bear us home. There is no blank page in the story…no empty moment. That is the way it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be…the…

An entry from this morning… 6:37 AM… Est l’heure de prendre un café avec une chatte qui mange son petit-déjeuner… I woke to my room being filled with the most wonderful light…first light, warm, embracing light. Hope for that was part of my motivation for leaving my blind slats open when going to bed last…

Coffee with Emily   Notes slid left-handedly with the slightest curl of lip- a poem passing, sparking, just above the rim.     Coffee with Pablo   You left words for me before you and the salted dory untethered. The conch kept them warm in her echo.   Coffee with Walt   A flower bedecked…

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…