Sometimes my mother’s passing still lurches me into sudden panic, like catching my shoe on the carpet. I flail. Even after I find my footing again, it takes a moment for my heart to remember that everything is alright and I still know how to walk. The process of going through my mom’s things has… Continue reading How to Split a Journal Twelve Ways: God’s Faithfulness in Death
From my heart to yours,
Spring is on the horizon. I can smell it – beyond ice and salt and eight-foot banks, it fills my lungs, this warming air of early morn. And I hear it – in the tinkling of winter, melting from the roof, the window, the porch, the pines, where black-cap flits from bough to bough with… Continue reading Sustenance and Loam: A Poem of February
It isn’t the robin who draws me He only sings for the spring Or the ruby-throated hummer I don’t miss til I see her again It’s not the starling or the jay It’s not even the song sparrow It isn’t bluebird or indigo bunting Or even the friendly junco Who perches on snow-laden boughs Graces… Continue reading It Isn’t the Robin
Life exists in moments we’re dying in between but living – this living –thrives from joy to joy Each joy carries us under its wing safe, protected for awhile from the harsh wind and from circling vultures, biding their time. They know – and we know – we are walking carrion. Our passions wasting –… Continue reading Dying In Between
