I spend the entire morning sitting upright in bed, surrounded by friends in the form of words, doing my best to hold my head still. I sip ice water and swallow Gravol as the essential oil diffuser on my bedside table hums a healing, and fragrant, tune. I pray, mumbling words aloud, because to form them
I am haunted now as I never was before by the sense that we all of us have the mark of God’s thumb upon us. We have the image of God within us. We have a holy place within us that gets messed up in a million ways. But it’s there, and more and more
Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid. Frederick Buechner, Beyond Words: Daily Readings in the ABC's of Faith Six-plus years ago when my book, Two Hearts: An Adoptee’s Journey Through Grief to Gratitude, was published I was terrified. I felt naked and exposed. I was, figuratively, both of those.
But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness. The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head . . . The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on. Robert Finch It is dark now, at an hour when
Photography is the art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them. Elliott Erwitt I spend the morning in my manuscript crafting, if not sandcastles, rudimentary structures that lay the foundation for them. Maya let’s me know that it’s time
. . . these things reveal a gentle path where busyness is no longer a god; and where, in stillness, I hear the whisper of Wisdom. I sow a row of spinach in the middle of my garden where beans once grew. The harshest heat of summer is behind us—I’m hoping for a sweet fall
In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart. John Bunyan I watch in stillness as the sun rises red over the mountain. Just a sliver at first through the lingering valley smoke, it becomes a glowing ball of fire heralding the beginning of a new day. I