In my childhood, I was allowed 8 houses from my own,That driveway the boundary I was to turn ’round when on my tricycle.Another 8 houses out was a road, not very busy, but busy enough when you’re little.In this same era, I heard the story of the Prodigal Son.I always imagined, then, these lines, “…whileContinueContinue reading “The Prodigal”
Category Archives: Faith
Ash Weds 22
Why the ashes? For a lot of reasons, but for me, this year, this one:Because of death. Death: that thing which I cannot ignore away, try as I might, Looking the other way, but being shaken nonetheless at loss, over and over again:-Mitch Albom’s daughter, Chika-Nightbirde whose song about strength I listened to over andContinueContinue reading “Ash Weds 22”
The Family, a Cathedral
I was asked to give a reflection about faith and family at my parent’s church, for Lent. It’s not Lent, but, I did finish writing this (I have a few deadlines faaaast approaching. Enjoy!) ****** This is the story of my mother, and my mother’s grandmother, and also my mother’s granddaughter, generations of faith. WhichContinueContinue reading “The Family, a Cathedral”
On answered prayer
The first thing that you need to know is that priests don’t have wives. You probably already knew that. You might have read an emotionally-charged article or two saying this view or that view about the fact. (Aside: it’s actually not a set-in-stone kind of teaching. Like, the priests-without-wives thing could actually change one day.ContinueContinue reading “On answered prayer”
On the Samaritan
When she told them that He had told her “Everything she had ever done”~ I’ve always assumed that was all the bad things –five husbands and all– But, “everything” includes more, does it not? Maybe He also told her all of the beautiful things she had done, All the selfless ways She brightened the worldContinueContinue reading “On the Samaritan”
My newest lino
I have several ideas for linoblock cuts. One I’ve already started, and it’s in my room. It’s the largest one I’ve ever done and I started it, got a little scared, and stopped. I knew I wanted to make a different one, too, simpler, and I purchased the block for the simpler one. That, too,ContinueContinue reading “My newest lino”
On our history
An Easter poem The lie of the Garden With apple and the snake Was that God didn’t really love us, And we listened, with an ache An ache that tore us from God As in sorrow we left. (Though God, with heart-wide-rendered Gave us second-chance, through death). The lie of the sacrifice Of Abraham andContinueContinue reading “On our history”
I didn’t expect it to look like this
On the eve of my thirty-first birthday, I sat around the kitchen table my parents bought early in their marriage, and I sat there with two other women as we hashed out, after a prayer to the Holy Spirit, a conference in the late fall for men and women addicted to pornography, for men andContinueContinue reading “I didn’t expect it to look like this”
A Catechism
Who made us? God made us. God who made the Rocky Mountains and the way grass smells after it has been cut and the way breath turns to curling fog in the cold also made us. He had light dance through prisms and wind rustle through leaves and moss grow on places like roots andContinueContinue reading “A Catechism”
A prayer about planning
The hard thing about making a five- or ten-year plan, God, is that: you’re much better at imagining than I am. You possess working knowledge of all of the hairs on all of the heads of every human who ever was, is, or ever will be, plus you direct the cosmos–all the stars and planetsContinueContinue reading “A prayer about planning”
Seashell Nell 