Sunday, May 6, 2018 – Creative Intention

“I’m not very creative” doesn’t work. There’s no such thing as creative people and non-creative people. There are only people who use their creativity and people who don’t. Unused creativity doesn’t just disappear. It lives within us until it’s expressed, neglected to death, or suffocated by resentment and fear. Brené Brown It’s another beautiful day.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018 – Bounty

Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions I long for ordinary time: predictability and routine. Even as I write these words I see the absurdity of them, because even in ordinary time sands are shifting—sands are always shifting. Still I

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Spring translates earth's happiness into colorful flowers. Terri Guillemets I wake late because of a restless night. A gift: time to read and time to pray.  But waking late is not my favourite thing. There’s always a price. So just a short simple happy list this morning. More green in the flower garden every day. A

Friday, March 16, 2017

This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn — dawn is a gift. Mary Oliver, Long Life: Essays and Other Writings Dawn is, indeed, a gift and it’s coming later since we turned our clocks back last weekend. The time change is also

Thursday, March 15, 2018

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind. C.S. Lewis I’ve been thinking about my mothers: my adoptive mom who died suddenly at age fifty-five from a pulmonary embolism, and my birth mom who died suddenly at age fifty-nine from a pulmonary embolism. It messes with me every time I remember

Friday, March 9, 2018

March is a month of considerable frustration it is so near spring and yet across a great deal of the country the weather is still so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away. Thalassa Cruso Spring: so close I can feel the dirt on my hands and taste the