Faith, grief, and spoken word resources
The plant sat in my basement, drooping low, unwatered and sickly. I couldn’t bring myself to toss the basket, so I put it on the cold cement floor, the distant light from a window barely reaching it. There is something about a gardener’s determination to keep small things alive that made me hold on to […]
{One image, one thought for your weekend} The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying. These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present. (Annie Dillard)
It’s Five Minute Friday and today’s theme is “willing.” Even though it had not been the best night, the piles of homework, the child who cried through most of it, the feeling of my muscles wound tight and my emotions too, at the end of the day I said, You know what what we need […]
The wood, burning bright orange flame, turns to ember, until the orange dies right out of it. The wood falls to dust, to ash, to grey-black chalk, disintegrating right through the grate of the fireplace. It is that season of cleaning out what’s old. The season of cleaning ash during winter’s harsh cold. The season […]
You couldn’t miss what was all over the internet this morning: who wore what to the Oscars, how they looked, who won. There were pictures of ball gowns flashing in camera light, women made up to look like a million bucks, their hair and skin a flawless portrait of what we call beautiful. Because somehow […]