A few days pass, and the longing returns. That well-known ache reaches way down, past the pit of my stomach and into my soul. Continue reading “Taste and See”
Rest begins with things undone.
I sit down and every undone task joins in a Siren call:
I toss a stack of weeds into the green waste bin and call out, “It’s time to plant seeds!” Continue reading “Carrots and Glory”
On this day of ashes, I am keenly aware of the weeds.
I dig my fingers into the earth, steadily rocking the stem back and forth until its root finally gives way. I toss the newly eradicated dandelion onto a foot-high stack of discarded greenery and dig back in for another. Continue reading “Ashes and Weeds”
There are many beautiful traditions to love at Christmastime: nights alight with dazzling displays, neighbors sharing family favorite treats, music evoking decades gone by, candlelit churches keeping vigil in song, gifts that bring delight and joy.
But every once in a while I wonder… why is it that I love Christmastime so much?
Is it the pumpkin spice lattes and repetitive playlists? Are we really that enamored of turkey that never gets done cooking at the right time or kids hyped up on sugar?
“Oh no, for real?” I thought to myself as the band began to play. “Of all the Christmas songs, why this one? Can’t we sing “Oh Come Emmanuel” or something? This is a kid’s song…”
Despite my internal protests, the drums beat steadily, soon followed by the incessant refrain: “PA RUM PUM PUM PUM.”
And then I started to cry. Continue reading “God in all the Wrong Places”
Sometimes as I lie awake at night, my head begins to feel heavy with the clutter piling up in the recesses of my mind. Continue reading “Pillow Talk”