A Spiritual Journey Through Creativity
According to my memory, Sunday mornings at my grandparents’ house were always sunny. They were quiet too, which suggests that my memory may not be exact. Although this may not be true, I am certain that it is True. Being the daughter of two preachers, Sunday mornings were usually hectic, for my parents at least.… Continue reading Sunday Mornings
The other morning when I left the house for work I could barely see a few car lengths in front of me. In places where I can normally see about a quarter mile in the distance, were blocked by a huge cloud that had settled down on the city. Although fog doesn’t provide particularly safe… Continue reading Fog
I often start my day with a poem or blessing – to get my mind moving, to get beyond the thoughts rolling around in my head. More often than not, these words of others bring together ideas I’ve had but were unsure how to express. This morning was no different. From John O’Donohue, I read… Continue reading Interim
Yesterday, the first day of spring, started with a bang around here. Before the storm even began, as I was sitting here typing, Denali started getting antsy. At first I thought she needed to go out or wanted to play, then I saw the flash of lightning and realized what she needed – comfort. She… Continue reading Hope
I always wanted to have twins. I figured I could just have one pregnancy, have two children and be done. My grandma had two sets of fraternal twins (back-to-back!) so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities for me to have twins. I’ve had to let that dream die with many others, though. The… Continue reading Twins
I finished Ann Voskamp’s book, The Broken Way, the other night. I think I read most of the last few pages – I may have missed a few words because my eyes were full of tears and sobs kept causing me to cover my face with my hands. Let me rewind a bit… It took… Continue reading Broken
The weather here in Indiana has been strange recently. My mom, whose birthday is in mid-January, prior to 2017 had never experienced a birthday in the mid-50s. Last Saturday one of my kids from church turned 16 – she had never spent her birthday in short sleeves at a park. I saw an acquaintance on… Continue reading Winter
Betrayal, broken, incapable, weak, insufficient – these are all words I’ve associated with my body in the last two months. I see other women all around me – on TV, in the store, at church, in my home – all these women have bodies who are capable of creating another human being. Mine is not… Continue reading Body
Often I’ve heard the quote, “When one door closes, another one opens.” I appreciate the sentiment but it isn’t particularly helpful. Usually this is tossed around when someone is going through a difficult time – job loss, relationship ended, illness and so on. During these times, platitudes like this are not helpful. Yes, another door… Continue reading Doors
I must admit – there were times during my sabbatical when I did not want to go back to work. I liked the flexibility of each day – I had time to read and write at my own pace, walk and go to yoga when I wanted. Each day was my day and I loved… Continue reading Work
Anne Brock 