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HOW IS GOD LOVING ME – AND WHERE IS GOD LEADING ME?
“This is Something I Had to Go Through” Sculpture by James Davis. On a recent visit to Atlanta, our sons introduced us to the Atlanta Beltline, a new walking path that circles much of the downtown area. The Beltline replaces an old railway track… Continue Reading “IN THE SPACE THAT IS US”
“You are dust, and to dust you shall return.” DUST Formed from, returned to…let me become as dusthere, nowso least, light, and lowlythat you, Spirit wind,can gather mehold mecarry and blow meto dance in the ditchesto twirl through the tempeststo waltz across the wastelandsto… Continue Reading “A PICTURE AND A POEM: DUST”
The season of Lent begins this week on Ash Wednesday, the 22nd. But today (Sunday, the 19th) is the Sunday of Transfiguration, the beginning of a more inclusive season, The Great Hundred Days… In the spring issue of his newsletter, Quadratos Quarterly, author (Alexander)… Continue Reading “THE LENGTHENING LIGHT OF LENT”
HOW DOES LOVE SPREAD? Love boldly impactsthrough diverse and delightful artworkcreated in dark and dingy tunnels. Love outwardly ripplesfrom pebbles of promise and possibilitycast on the waters of humanity. Love gently coverswith blankets of care and concernplaced over the wounded and weary. Love graciously… Continue Reading “A PICTURE AND A POEM: LOVE”
As I set out to walk todayI put my earbuds in,hoping to ponder and to pray;to meditate within. My prayer began, “Be still my soul,”but a train then rumbled by,and angry dogs began to growlwhile giving me the eye. When the podcast called for… Continue Reading “A PICTURE AND A POEM: DISTRACTION”
Ah, these early February days, when (here in the northern hemisphere) I grow weary of the winter. I have the usual seasonal conflict of longing for spring – while lamenting that life passes too swiftly! These are the days when I feel a certain… Continue Reading “EMBRACING EMPTINESS”
The winter days are dreary, cold,’til Sunshine comes to stay,and she asks, so sweetly, kindly,“Hey Grammy, will you play?” We crawl into our hideawayof blankets, couch, and chairs,then choose whom we are hiding from –fierce pirates, hungry bears. When we imagine they’ve come close,we… Continue Reading “A PICTURE AND A POEM: HIDEAWAY”
Simply Soul Searching 