skip to Main Content

Day 21: Self-Acceptance and the Mysteries of Grief

The last few months I have been living the stages of grief, swerving from anger to depression and back again, barely catching my breath. I only momentarily live in the broad open spaces of acceptance before being pulled back into the vortex. …

Prayers Watered, Answered, Savored

Dear friends we are in the process of scrubbing our house for renters and interviewing at a new parish but even in chaos I still need to take up this journal and write words, black on white to make sense of my life.  Thank…

Getting our Grooves on Every Wednesday Morning

We swing our hips, the coins sewn to our hip scarves jingle and we are transported.  And how we crave our weekly passport stamped!  We are living in a Western Michigan Winter.  The frigid cold has taken over our sweet…

Mary, The Promise of God Inside

Life leapt. God kicked and what at first she had held tight within faith’s fist, now bounced, small mass of God-cells somersaulting against internal walls.   Laughter must have rose up deep from that womb as God’s seed played in motion within her.  Worship…

A Simple Practice: Feasting on the Present Day 5

So, friends, let’s make this feasting on the present moment crazy simple.   This is how I usually start:   Open one sense at a time for about a minute.  Allow your usual pattern of thoughts to fall away and instead use…

Stephanie’s Bachelorette Party

The Dance She is my sister and she is luminous. I have eyes-wide-open watched as the grave opened. I was witness as the rock was slowly pried open and the white putrid cloth, suffocating life, was unwrapped one slow turn…

Summer Feast

(Be aware, Grandma, the pictures don’t come until the end of the post!)   I’ve been hungering for delight.   My living has become dry boned parched. I escape into the still-dark morning, spread out on the linoleum office table,…

Verna’s Secret Joy

She lives alone in tiny, second-story rooms above a weather-beaten general store and now-defunct gas station that has seen better days.  No one has used them for years.   Verna has been a widow for forty years I learned one…

Back To Top