{Day 14} Friday Florilegium

Yesterday, I read a fabulous children’s story aloud to Jane and Jack, The Bootmaker and the Elves. I loved the story, the Texan twang of the dialogue, and...

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

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...

Air

As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into ...

Night Prayer

Lord, dear lover of my heart, I see you in the dance of Light The play of leaves The healing lines of heart sacrifice Be to me my all Be to me my hope In this c...