Photos: Old St. Mary’s Catholic Church, Gaylord, MI Give me your lantern and compass, give me a map, So I can find my way to the sacred mountain, to the place of your presence, To enter the place of worship, meet my exuberant God, Sing my thanks with a harp, magnificent God, my God. ~Psalm […]
Aunt Emma
Today Lisa Jo asks us to stop, drop, and write for five minutes on the word, “catch,” without worrying if what we write is right. GO! “Look! Penguins!” I was maybe four years old, and we were at the train station. Great-Aunt Emma had come from out of state for a visit. Sister Mary Lucinda. […]
Mindful Aging–Corn, Cars, and Snowshoes
Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate . . . To my own surprise, I burst out with hot conviction. ~Florida Scott-Maxwell as quoted in Mindfulness, p. 93 I’ll call him John. He was a retired minister who lived in […]
About That Stuff
I’ve been out of town for so many weekends, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to church. I’m tempted to stay home because that’s how it is when you’ve been gone so long. And I’m still feeling serene after last weekend, not ready for toe-tapping, hand-clapping, drums, and electric guitars. We consider the […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Declare the Glory
Photos from Laity Lodge.
Saturday Snaps: More From the Canyon
Just some quiet photos from Laity Lodge. Still in the stillness,
Just an Ordinary Friday – Not!
It’s Five Minute Friday, and Lisa Jo is asking us to spring off the word, “ordinary.” Five minutes of free writing–no overthinking, no editing. And when you finish reading this, head over to taste some of the other offerings. READY! SET! GO! Just an ordinary Friday morning. We slept with the windows open, though. I […]
If I Should Die
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take. I remember. I’d pray this little prayer every night in my head in my little bed in the little (I mean little–I stood in it […]
It Will Not End Up Here
How did I end up here wrapped in a circle of poets (I don’t even call myself a poet) where we showed up to taste peaches and wild grapes, to crush the flesh of nectarine and sing fig songs? How did I end up here in cedar-scented sacred breeze benched above a liquid mirror […]
Give Yourself Permission
I could hike Circle Bluff again. Or I could swim in Blue Hole. Or both. Or I could lay claim to a hammock. But I want to do art, I say. I used to do art. Crocheting, cross-stitching, soapmaking, scrapbooking, stamping, quilting. Painting–not so much. But doing art takes money. And there’s the clutter […]
