Golden light, having thrown off night’s chill sprawls luxuriously over you. As a majestic beast on the Serengeti, yourelax supine, poised to sniff the air and to receive your subjects – slender blades of gold and green, cheerful citizens content to bow and sway in your presence.A crimson guest chitters at the feeder, his voice … Continue reading
This spring I decided to begin a practice of bird watching. The spot where I sip my coffee and pray in the morning has an expansive view of the front yard, so I figured I’d start there. I bought a bird feeder and hung it, with great expectation. For a day or two nothing changed … Continue reading
The light has faded, along with its promise, and you, snuggled up under ocean covers – light deepening to purple, hiding the mysteries beneath – hopeful for a bedtime chat. Slats of morning march inevitably across the floor, and with arm flung across your face, you murmur: not quite yet. A mother’s litany grows as … Continue reading
Today, I’m trying something new (for this blog): a video post! Very happy to welcome Cate, and have a conversation with her about Bullet Journals. Please feel free to comment below and let us know what you think!
In a season of fullness, to scale back requires faith and work; freedom to fully see. This Haiku was birthed during an online Advent Retreat (put on by Abbey of the Arts).
“Dear Jenny, just a thought, but what if you spent some of the time talking to God that you spend writing to me about boys in your class?” Those words, penned by my camp-counselor-turned-pen-pal, set me on a course of talking with God that has spanned my life to this point. As I grew to … Continue reading
At the Supermarket By Jen Grieshaber (American; b 1976 – ) I stopped in the fruit section and picked up a banana. Anxious shoppers whizzed by, sending shivers of refrigerated air over my arms. Other more fastidious shoppers paused to mull over the weeks selection of produce. In the cold glare of the fluorescent bulb, … Continue reading
This is the fourth installment of a series on the color brown and seeing things as they really are. Read the other posts. I love lists. Groceries, errands, things to get done today, next week, this year…having things all spelled out in an orderly fashion soothes me. Checking things off my list is immensely satisfying. … Continue reading
This is the third installment of a series on the color brown and seeing things as they really are. Read the other posts. Not far down my street, I almost stepped in it. Dog poop. Bits and pieces of crumbly goose poop littered another spot on the walk. At one point I noticed some crap, … Continue reading
This is the second part of a series on the color brown and seeing things as they really are. Read the introduction to the series. With the first step out my door, I notice brown. Leaves, leftover debris from an unfinished fall cleanup, littered the snow. In fact I remembered my husband’s comment as he … Continue reading
