What can we do about God, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day? What can we do about all those graves in the woods, in old pastures in small towns in bellies of cities? God’s heavy footsteps through the bracken through the bog through the dark wood his breath like a swollen river …
April is National Poetry Month, and while I’ve neglected that fact here on the blog (sorry, readers!), I have been reading and re-reading some poetry this month. I read poetry because I believe it helps me re-visualize my life. It helps me look both inward and outward. When reading a poem, I stand apart from …
The Messenger My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird – equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let …
The Advent season is upon us. We are anticipating the birth of Christ, much like Mary did so many years ago. As I continue to reflect on my mothering and how to be more intentional with my children, I never want to forget the big-ness of it all, the awe of seeing my children for …
