A Spiritual Journey Through Creativity
It’s Good Friday. It’s been Good Friday for a long time. It’s been a hard week. Things that shouldn’t bother me bothered me — a lot. Work, usually a place to separate myself from the heaviness of life, usually a place of laughter and camaraderie, felt too heavy to endure for another day. So,… Continue reading Staying in Good Friday
The Last Supper It’s Holy Week. And I’m feeling it, deeply. I’m feeling the tension and the betrayal and the fear. I’m feeling the despair and hope and wonder. There’s a lot held in these seven days. It dawned on me today: these seven days are our life. It’s all Holy Week. It’s all there… Continue reading It’s All Holy Week
It’s been a long day. I’ve been exhausted for over two weeks now and I don’t know why. I’m starting to have a hunch though. And I don’t like it. +++ As I was leaving the driveway to go to yoga — because yoga always helps — I looked up and saw the moon. I… Continue reading Telling Stories and Building Walls
I have a lot of interests: I read novels. I make quilts. I take pictures. I practice yoga. I run. I write. All of these interests and activities bring me joy. They also fill my time. I never thought of this as a bad thing. Each one of these activities are good things to do… Continue reading Meet My Friend Grief
I went to yoga this morning with the intention of slowing down and resting on my mat. Our teacher had something different in mind. So many vinyasas and twists and balances… lots of deep breathing and sweating too. This was not the calm, restful Christmas Eve morning I had planned for myself. But, while building… Continue reading Turing Toward
Often when we try to repair something, we do it in a way that makes the repair invisible. One might put a patch on the backside of a hole in the knees of jeans so that the spot isn’t as apparent. When repairing a tear in a couch or chair, it’s done in a way… Continue reading Making Visible
On a youth retreat several years ago I used various passages from Psalms to help the group recognize the importance of remembering. While the Hebrew people were wandering in the wilderness, when they were displaced from their homeland, they remembered. They remembered that God never failed them. They recounted the stories — the places and… Continue reading Remember and Repair
I knew it was around the time — maybe a few days before. I couldn’t remember the exact date that I was standing in Joann’s and received the call from my doctor. I’ve been waiting for those early blog posts to pop up in my Facebook memories. It will still be a few more days.… Continue reading Two Years Later
Sometime after we bought our house four years ago - I can’t remember if it was in the fall or spring - I went to a friend’s house to get some hostas and lilies. She had an abundance of plants. So much so that after I dug out what I wanted, you couldn’t tell a… Continue reading It’s Hard to Let Go
Last fall I was listening to Rob Bell’s podcast in which he was having a conversation with the author of a memoir – one I probably never would have heard of had it not been for this conversation. I suspect the author got a spike in sales thanks to Rob! The author: Caleb Wilde. The… Continue reading Death is Part of It
Anne Brock 