23 October, 2014 I have spent some time this morning with the letters of women who intrigue me…Janet Erskine Stuart, Georgia O’Keefe, Willa Cather…And as I read I find myself talking to them as I might if I had the chance to sit across from them in a book-ish ambiance, or upon a hillside…

It is the feast of the Guardian Angels today… And I was thinking about that while I sat in the Public Gardens this morning. I have a hard time with conventional representations of angels…wings, saccharine, pink and cherubic…. But, LIGHT…yes. Warmth. Depth. Presence. Balm, Strength, Steadiness, Accompaniament. Even Guardian, protector… And as I closed my…

The Gift of Love If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do…

I have long thought of writing as another way of taking a picture…light and shadow portrayed via word choice…texture reflected in the syllables rubbing together…the invitation to enter offered in both the specificity and the expansiveness… I recently read a stunning example of this–the first section of Dylan Thomas’ radio play, Under Milk Wood–and then…

Vase of Irises against a Yellow Background by V. VanGogh A blogging sister of mine who writes at All this Life and Heaven Too, posted the story of her blog’s origin and posed the question to several of us–What’s your story? I am coming up on seven years worth of entries at Consider the Lilies…and…

  14 August, 2014 6:50 AM On a corner of the dining room table in NYC. However, I feel compelled to say that this sad skeleton is not the place where I came to know the Society for three years, where I also lived for a bit more than four years… Or, on some level,…

by Lyn Mason, 2006 For God, In Gratitude It would seem that you delight in me.   Thank you for that.   I too find joy in you and love it   when you play hide and seek   just to watch my face when you open   deep inside outside wide your love and…

  And so begins a new adventure…with games of Scrabble and laughter and cooking in a new kitchen with someone else who also was unfamiliar with the treasures hidden within drawers and behind cupboards…Have you seen a wooden spoon? Ah…and oil…where do you suppose…? And it begins with a library card and long wanders and…

I wrote this in my notebook yesterday afternoon… …having spent four (when I wrote three on Facebook, the book wasn’t done yet and I just couldn’t stop…) hours reading this morning…four uninterrupted hours immersed in the world of Delicious…four hours of sensory bliss, four hours of the best sort of fading away–loosening the hold, letting…

I was brought to quiet tears today by an image of such beauty, such love…the image of a dear friend sitting in the light of God, letting it flow all around her, through her… I was so deeply happy for her and so moved by the tenderness of God… This prayer filled me as I…