A Spiritual Journey Through Creativity
I have a hard time using the word “runner” to describe myself. It’s definitely not the first word that comes to mind. If I think about it long enough, I’ll remember it, but that takes awhile – after going through several other adjectives and roles. Recently I was talking to an acquaintance about running. She… Continue reading Runner
I’m feeling all over the place today. I thought by now I would have this sabbatical thing figured out. Because this isn’t permanent, because in about 6 weeks I know I’m returning to my job, I’m having a hard time settling into this very wide, very open space. If I knew this was my thing… Continue reading Voices
When I was younger I went on a few family retreats, but I didn’t experience a retreat on my own as my own person until late in high school. My dad was appointed to a new church half way through my junior year of high school – this church was much bigger than our previous… Continue reading Longing
I’m not sure how four years went by so quickly. I remember the day you were born so clearly. Grandma and I thought you were on the way sooner than you were, so we drove down to meet you. It turns out you wanted to wait a little longer, but not long enough that we… Continue reading Rosemary
Early summer of 2014, a friend shared with me that her good friend’s husband died. After going to visit her, my friend came to me with a bag full of shirts asking if I’d make a quilt out of them. After the craziness of moving out of my house, buying our new house and moving… Continue reading Meg’s Quilts
The quote above from Stephen W. Smith is in my planner for today. Each Sunday there is a quote about Sabbath with lots of space to journal or reflect about the quote. This one, in particular, really jumped out at me. Always on, always available, always busy. I feel like this is a description of… Continue reading Always
Although we grew up in different times and places, different generations and societal norms, my grandma, mom and I share a common bond – we were the only daughters in our families. My grandma had four brothers, my mom has three and I have two. No sisters in sight. We all ended up with sisters… Continue reading Sisters
Earlier this year I read through the Book of Psalms and now I’m reading one daily as suggested by following the Daily Office. The Psalms have always intrigued me – it’s like someone took a journal they found, or several journals, put them together and declared them truth. I’m not one of those people that believe… Continue reading Remember
Music has a way of transporting me – to a time and a place that I’ve been before. Music is like a time machine that always goes back, never forward. I’m transported to memories that seem as clear as yesterday but are far from it. Music gives me an opportunity to relive moments, whether I… Continue reading Transported
Soon after I got Denali I realized my somewhat sedentary life style had to end. I woke up early every morning and we would walk 3 miles or so. Once she got a little older I decided to start jogging with her. At the end of each walk we would start jogging for the last… Continue reading Slowing Down
Anne Brock 