Friday Florilegium

This past week, dealing with job searching and rejection letters, a Patty Griffin song has been my companion. The song speaks about Mary, a woman who lived with...

Friday Florilegium

I’ve listened to and sung this hymn for years, but recently, it finally took up residence in that deep space of my heart where only a few songs gain entra...

Friday Florilegium

Feeling scattered these past weeks–where did February go?–I decided to collect all the threads and projects of my life into one notebook. If I’...

Guested by God

I simply sit at my desk this morning, in silence, pen in hand, paper ready for whatever words might come. My pinched heart stretches and expands and trusts a li...

Telling Time

Years ago, I entered a new world of desks in straight rows, bells, and tasks like see-jane-run and m is for mr munching mouth. I loved mixing more paints and co...

Patience

A quiet day of sunshine, writing and prayer…deep in Advent waiting, working on my dissertation and cooking a batch of soup. “Instead of asking why t...

Seeing Presence

While in Boston, one of the many places I lived was in a lovely old building in a long-standing Orthodox Jewish neighborhood.  Originally, the apartment complex...

Weaving

Wer seines Lebens viele Widersinne by Rainier Maria Rilke She who reconciles the ill-matched threads of her life, and weaves them gratefully into a single cloth...

Inspiration

“We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring, will be to arrive where we started, and know the place for the first time.” ...