-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 … Continue reading a collection for April
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 … Continue reading prayer for the first week of Lent
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.
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 … Continue reading confronting truth
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 … Continue reading a franciscan year
It's the middle of the third week of Advent and despite my well laid plans, I am as unprepared for Christmas as I've ever been. This weekend we'll get our tree. (One advantage to waiting this long is the tree farms usually start discounting their trees; the biggest, most perfect ones are picked over, but … Continue reading christmas, in twelve days
They've torn down the old apple trees and the thicket of blackberries along the trail. In their place are sections of chain link fence held together with orange construction tape. Our town is growing. The airport needs a new access road. Warehouses will go up, businesses will move in; more houses will need to be … Continue reading work, in progress
Gertrud Mueller Nelson says that Advent comes to us when "Nature seems asleep. The season is dark, and all that is becoming is hidden from our sight." Much of the church year has a martial, triumphant feel, but Advent, I think, is a woman's season - deeply quiet, patient, and tender - and that is … Continue reading advent, the tender season