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
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
On Saturday we celebrated Steve turning 11 months. By “we” I mean me, and by “celebrated” I mean I mentioned it and took a few pictures of him. While I had the camera out, I took a few pictures of Denali too. I realized just how lucky I am to have two beautiful creatures in… Continue reading This Isn’t What I Expected
As I mentioned in a previous post, I recently submitted an essay to an online magazine. I was told it wouldn't be published this month due to space. However, this morning, as I was scrolling through Facebook, I saw my name. Then I checked my email and read a note telling me a spot had… Continue reading Trigger Words Essay Published
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
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 had no idea that when we started tearing up the carpet last May that I would be sitting in my living room on the first Sunday of Advent looking at an air compressor and nail gun and everything else that is cluttering the space. Of course, projects always take longer than expected, but this… Continue reading Dust, Disorder and Dis-ease
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
