I realized it just this morning. She was my age. She was also a nurse. Instrumental, I understand, in birthing this place. She was admitted the same day we were, to the room next door to ours. She’d done battle for 18 years. A bone marrow donor stood ready, but she could not bounce […]
When You’re Not Comfortable
I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately. I imagine I always will come fall. Because brain cancer came with the fall, discovered by a fall. We lost her two years ago this month, though some days it seems like yesterday. I hover over her squint at tilted back and crooked neck. Are you […]
scripture sunday: children come
One month from today, I’ll be back in Haiti. Stilled by anticipation, Sandy With Deidra and The Sunday Community
still saturday: intoxicate
“Those who have abandoned themselves to God always lead mysterious lives and receive from him exceptional and miraculous gifts by means of the most ordinary, natural and chance experiences in which there appears to be nothing unusual. The simplest sermon, the most banal conversations, the least erudite books become a source of knowledges and […]
it is the truth
Grace ran straight into the darkness the other night. She defied her fear of a possum “attack” or the roving coyote or a child snatcher. She could not face the truth of some disobedience, so she ran from it. Ran straight down the road to my house. “Nama,” she texts. “Wake up! I’m sneaking […]
these are my people
We gather in the Great Hall facing the fireplace, sunk deep in soft sofas, perched on chairs, or sprawled on the floor. And my heart burns with words and songs, and tears flow, but they can’t extinguish the flames. Since wheels met water and we traveled through the river, I’ve felt embraced by the canyon […]
how we love
Lillee bounces down the aisle and slides into the pew like she comes to this church with us every week. She pulls a hymn book out of the rack. When time comes for the children’s sermon, she beats everyone to the platform steps and takes a seat next to Miss Jeannie, then stands up […]
scripture sunday: foolish man
Still and clinging to the Rock, Sandy With Deidra and The Sunday Community
still saturday: pay attention
The truth is, we need more often to pay attention. And “pay” is the right word. Time and awareness, concentration and penetration are the price, the cost of seeing with both outer and inner eyes. The details are there for us to notice and appreciate. To ignore them or view them as trivial is to […]
breaking the silence and what I learned/did in October
Oh my goodness, I’ve missed meeting you all in this space! And I’m so grateful to Patricia over at Pollywog Creek for graciously hosting Still Saturday this last month. We’ll be moving back here tomorrow. While I longed to join the others writing on one topic every single day throughout October, I decided instead […]
