As I write tonight, I am sitting beneath a Strawberry Moon. Blindingly bright, it rises over the low pasture, and up onto the ridge, her beams picking their way through the blueberry rows, bush by bush. I settle into a creaking Adirondack chair – a gift given with memories to keep and memories to create […]
The Incarnation
A republishing of a post from December, 2011, at the request of a friend. Christmas has more sadness woven in the lining now for me than it used to, and I would have written this post differently today than I did 7 Christmases ago. But I’m glad I wrote it then and not now, because […]
This Is What Remains (real life is now)
The past several days have been difficult – not in their entirety, but overall. When I started this series, I had a sense of some things that might come our way mid-month and they did. Other unexpected things piggy backed on those, and so for five days we seemed to weather one crisis or challenge […]
Things Reset: Sacred Smallness, Real Life Is Now
(post #7) I’ve just returned from a women’s retreat where I had the privilege of listening to my Mama speak. Two of my aunts, my sister and my sister-in-law also attended, so we all had our own mini-retreat within the retreat, if you know what I’m saying. Girl-talk around a fire, cheesecake at midnight, massages, chocolate, […]
Wild and Free
I lived in Oklahoma for 5 years, and failed at every flower I planted. Our porch planters would burn, our gardens would flood, our sunflowers would be eaten by locust. It wasn’t that it was impossible to keep living things alive, just that one actually had to tend them, and I couldn’t. I was too busy keeping […]
Transitions, Goodbyes
Goodbyes We’ve been in the preparation stage of exiting the army for about 8 months now, and here we are, finally coming down to the wire. All the decisions, all the prayers, all the worry and peace and questions. But here we are, and there’s no turning back. David has a few months left on […]
The Days After Christmas
The days after Christmas are the days I love most. All our preparation, all our late nights, early mornings, baking and secret keeping have found their purpose – we feasted, gifted, communed, worshipped, played. Now the hustle and bustle – the silver bells and corner Santa Clauses – tuck away, and the children quiet themselves to work out the projects found under […]
Matthew 6:25, A Poem (survivor songs #14)
Matthew 6:25 Listen, Beloved Let go of your desperation stop scrambling and flow-with-me I AM your food your drink your skin-and-bones I AM what-who-that-which gives you your substance-sustenance-EVERYTHING your next breath comes-from-me you.aren’t.in.control.of.anything! the birds know their lives are at-my-mercy and so they wake up singing for joy and fly free in the wind. wake-up-singing […]
Joy Forged Through Mourning (survivor songs #11)
:: a guest post by Heather Lee :: Mourning. Wow. That’s a pretty wide topic. The scope is so wide in fact that it’s hard to know where to start. I mourn over industrialism. I mourn over the loss of green spaces. I mourn over our polarity. I mourn over the existence of hate. […]
He Sang of The Ether
Then the lad went in without trembling, for he too was a hero’s son: but when he was within, he stopped in wonder to listen to that magic song. And there he saw the singer lying, upon bear-skins and fragrant boughs; Cheiron, the ancient centaur, the wisest of all the things beneath the sky. Down […]