Counting Gratitudes

Day 10 in a month-long series on Cultivating Sanctuary. Every time I walk back from work to the cottage, and I see it perched on it’s little hill, I ...

Snail Mail

Day 8 in a month-long series on Cultivating Sanctuary. Only for a culture that values speed above all is snail a negative description. Back in 1998, the mo...

Introducing the Contemplative Cottage

Five years ago, walking up a street on Queen Anne hill in Seattle, I came to a corner house with a second lot as its backyard. I found myself frozen in wonder, ...

How He Loves Us

My playlist song on repeat is How He Loves by David Crowder, sung a cappella by Hallal Music. (If you want to listen, please first pause the Music for Dreaming ...

Friday Florilegium

Cup of tea and book in hand on a snowy Iowa morning, I’m celebrating the first deeply quiet day after months filled with moving and teaching and finishing...

Deeper Magic

Hungry and tired, she waited for the campus bus, the visible world reduced to the lamp light’s reach. The chill made her burrow deeper into her jacket, th...

Every Thursday, Thanksgiving

Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 822. A finished paper and the lovely spaces in which to write it. 823. A night of blackberry and plum crisp making wit...

Every Thursday, Thanksgiving

Counting thanks to 1000 and beyond… 813. The slight crisp scent in the air that makes me want to shop for school supplies. I’ve taken to using a #2 ...