But by Fascination

After St. Andrew’s…4 September, 2022 But by Fascination Not by force but by fascinationdo I unfold my blanket, do I open wide my senses,all of my senses, beneaththis wild and knotty treeand stand outstretchedfully knowing that this,this, is how she learnedto receive life into her embrace and to setit free to fly onward, freeto fly…

Shadow

It began with going to the farmers’ market down by the water. The purple kohlrabi that had split while growing and bore the connective scars smoothly and evenly between its three, four, even five, sections. The dark earth that freckled the shiny tight onions I picked up simply because they were beautiful. A handful, no…another…

A Memory, A Photo, A Poem

Black-Eyed Susans Once, I spent a summer vacationbuilding a siphon that broughta bucket of waterfrom the kitchen landing downstairs and past the ivy wallmy grandfather would trim,across the narrow drive and once again downthe hill I would roll uponuntil reaching the apple trees,laden and raining their green gravel. From there, captivated by the wonderof my…

New Meaning

After Saint Andrew’s, July 3rd, 2022… New Meaning Confession: To help create, to be within, a present and longing quiet that is breath, heart, and Spirit, calling, easing, the down-draw of burdens weighing like ballast upon a wind; A wind, a Holy-song gentling, proclaiming, the forgiveness we seek because the grace of God’s welcome, that…

Few Words, Much Communication

I went over to the Public Gardens this morning for the specific experience of letting its peace hold me… It was the first time this summer season and it was like walking into the arms of a grounded and welcoming friend. There was bird-song and bird chittering in conversation with the low hum of humanity;…

Sweet Wonder

Sweet Wonder I am grateful for a lemon knowing  its bitter-bright fresh worth and  knowing too how to catch the eye of cinnamon’s ‘hello there.’ I am grateful for the way that chemistry welcomes -ish (up to a point—as science is science and has reason keeping watch); for the resistance of dough that welcomes my…

Joining the Household… by a Different Path

There is a list on our refrigerator of the Sundays coming up and a line for signing up to preach.  I admit that I looked at the Gospel first before signing up and hit the jackpot with this one—with Thomas the “I think differently.”  I will forever contend that he gets a bad rap when referred…

Easter 2022

Easter 2022 Blue jays and chickadees sing antiphonallyin synchrony with bombs erasing historiespersonal and cultural, all ready livedand what would be. The world is aching with the knowing;the both-and, the weighton one hand and the other,each bearing what is real: The fear is real. Also, the stress, worry, and concern;the unknown, unclear, and uncomfortable.These truths,…

Market Writing

From Saturday morning, March 19, 2022… It has been a long while since letting the warm bubble of Market sounds wash over me… and I had missed it.  I find myself tucked into a corner after over two years of not being able to sit within an atmosphere I find so comforting…the warm rumbly murmur…

House by the Sea

A House by the Sea Some days, I’m telling you, there’s a house that’s calling me— with iris and daffodils and a view to the sea. Some days I’m telling you, there’s a room that’s calling me— with books and a wingback and a hot cuppa tea. This and that plates and patterns, but clean,…