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There is no storm bigger than His love for you.
It’s a beautiful, bluebird day. I find myself barefoot, walking slowly up a steep incline on a sandstone butte. The ground is smooth and warm beneath my feet; I’m not on any known path, but yet my feet find their way steadily up an easy flowing route along the hills and swells of the stone.…
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The power of food and love for each other…
I LOVE to bake … for others. Nothing makes me happier than a good excuse to make a pie or a cake or custard or meal that fills other people up and invites them to come to my table and have a great conversation. I’m not a natural conversationalist; but if you’re in my home,…
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On Visions, Nightmares and my own meandering experience…
INTRODUCTION I’ve handwritten this blog post before typing it up. If, by now, you feel you’re coming to know ‘me,’ then you can appreciate the challenge I’ve put before myself by forcing my cramped penmanship to page before, eventually, typing and reviewing this. I’ve reflected on the need to write this for more than a…
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Anxiety…. and the post-social-interaction hangover we all wish we could wish away
I’m … buzzing. Humming. Fizzing… Trying to find the words to express the sensation of every internal muscle still tense and thrumming as a result of social anxiety… that began more than 20 hours ago. Take a deep breath in and out, count to four… is now a good time to roll out the yoga…
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A bond that keeps us connected…
I’m having one of those “low-focus” days. Oodles of work to keep me at a full sprint for weeks, and my mind is lost in daydreams and wanderings. Sometimes, I find, I do my best work when I let my brain wander and peruse different thought passageways for awhile. I’m able to come back and…
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What is in a name?
I had 3 different names before I was 7 years old. My given name always remained the same, but my last name was on rotation to keep me safe and unrelated to the man who sired me. When I reached the stage of adulthood where people wanted to call me Miss or Ma’am or Mrs,…
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Transitions are hard…
It’s Tuesday, the first day back to work and school following Easter, and while my cup is overflowing with work and responsibilities, my mind remains focused on the looks on my children’s faces this morning. Both turned downward, inward, eyes at a distance. It was a morning where screens were far more welcomed than hugs;…
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Unfurl Me
Unfurl meas with the seed hidden in darkness; Unfurl meas with the crocus who presses through the frozen earth Unfurl meas with the dandelion pressed down by the weight of mankind’s greed Unfurl my heartas so many petals reaching for the sun Unfurl my heartas with the newly hatched butterfly filling her wings with the…
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Who am I? Who are you? The risky business of identity.
Bear with me here. This will likely be a long-long post, meandering here, fussing about over there, perhaps a bit of swanning hither and thither. I don’t have an ‘argument’ – but I do have a point. It will just take me awhile to work through the thought processes to get there. Let’s talk about…
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On saints….and holiness…
Before I became a Catholic, I had never pondered ‘saints’. Historical people, canonized for their holiness, faithfulness and virtues. People who lived lives the rest of us are supposed to aspire to. In the process of discernment, small faith studies, even general conversations with those leaders who were helping me find and fan the flames…