A Herd of Angels
As I continue out of hibernation there is often a lagging sense of fatigue. A strange paradox to feel exhausted after many months being sequestered. And, yet this is where I find myself. It’s a good exhaustion; born of great healing through prayer, silence, and many encounters with the Lord. This hibernation has been a
Out of Hibernation
I have no idea of anyone reads these thoughts of mine. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Having a blog can be quite cathartic. There is a freedom in knowing that these words may end up in the digital netherworld. It’s easier to be vulnerable with this mindset. Anyhoo.. way off track. It’s been quite a while
Gift of Peace
My morning routine places me in the summer prayer chair, a wicker rocker/glider that sits in our courtyard overlooking the field, facing east. I’m out each morning by 7am; blessed by the warm glow of the rising sun. It is always so still, with only the slightest breeze filled with the songs and calls of
Treadmill Trash
I called our garbage company to schedule a pick up for the treadmill. The conversation went thusly: me – I need to schedule a pick up her – what do you have me – a treadmill, but I took it apart so it’s easier to handle her – is it electronic me – part of
Oh, Little Girl…
I used to think that people who said that they were ‘seeking their inner child’ were tree-hugging, pot-smoking, yoga-ing, new age, boomer hippies. They might be. But I also think they may may be on to something. In my last post, “Going Dark to Let in Light“, I disclosed a short statement about my experience