changes and a little spring spruce up

Working on a little change here over the next couple of days. Just moving the site over to a Squarespace blog (which is where I was originally and find much easier to navigate.) My blog address will remain the same. I am also preparing to leave Instagram and be a little more active in this …

a collection for April

-Nikki McClureI have Nikki McClure's brilliant calendar in my room - more for the art and message than the date tracking - and I'm not sure I'm going to ever move on from April's image, which I can see every morning when I wake up. It's like the Spirit is just waiting each day to …

prayer for the first week of Lent

Dear...God,I told a friend about praying and she said, "To Who? The Universe?" and laughed (though not unkindly) because she knows about my latest trouble with names and I know she would feel so much better if I could just use the Name we're used to because something like "The Universe" feels too big, too …

unchaste

The only part of a woman God didn't want was her mind. I wore my skirts below the knee, cultivated piety. But at night I dreamed of words that coupled and twined, bore dangerous offspring, chimeric and untamed. I woke panting, repentant, eager for sleep.

getting out of my own way

These are the things that have kept me from writing as much as I should so far this week: hormone headache/fogobsessive reading of Don Quixote so I can finish it (!)sudden worry that I am not educated enough to write anythinggoogling writing programs/workshops/classesreading the comments and testimonials of above and worrying even more that I …

glenlivet

They came while he was away in the hospital tossing in a cramped room, sweating for each breath.  Pneumonia, the doctor told him and he blanched at how deep into old age he’d come.  All that was left to do was break a hip, feel his mind smooth into dementia, then he’d be gone.  Carol …

you just need something to eat

Last night I had a dream.  I was driving down the country highway that leads to tiny town.  Suddenly I realized the windows were too fogged to see out of, and on top of that, I wasn’t wearing my glasses.  I couldn’t see the road, the signs, the intersections, or anything at all.  I began …

confronting truth

Last weekend, like many others in the U.S., I recoiled as I watched the viral clip of an encounter between white teenagers and a Native American elder.  The central image of the white Catholic-school boy with his planted posture and superior grin raised old feelings in me.  As a teenager myself, I attended a private …

it might help to be simple

The last couple of days I've given myself the outrageous pleasure of skipping the "usual order of things" and spending the first hour or two of the morning wrapped in a blanket, feet up, little electric fire going, tea in hand, reading. The rest of the house occupants are off to work or university so …

a franciscan year

I can't seem to shake off the monastics.  I'm continually drawn to their disciplined rhythms and focused intention in attempting to make an outer life that reflects their inner lives.  A couple of years ago I came across the Third Order Franciscans - an Episcopalian order that commits to live by Franciscan principles in their …