• advent journal: i get it now

    by  • December 6, 2016 • 1 Comment

    I could blame it on somebody, but I’ll just fess up instead: I’ve watched my share of Hallmark Christmas movies. Though I love a good character-driven, emotional landslide where nothing much happens other than profound sadness, I get hooked waiting for the two people to figure out they were meant for each other and...

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    advent journal: mise en place

    by  • December 5, 2016 • 1 Comment

    Today was one of those days that didn’t have much on the schedule going into it, and yet was filled with unexpected moments I felt I had prepared for, somehow, which sent me back to a fragment of a poem I had hung on to, which I ended up finishing this way. Mis en place...

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    advent journal: this is us

    by  • December 4, 2016 • 1 Comment

    “This is Us” A Sermon for First Congregational Church of Guilford, UCC Matthew 11:2-11 December 4, 2016 Back in my days as a high school English teacher, one of my favorite essay questions was to ask them to describe their favorite sidekick in literature. You know what I mean: the one who is always...

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    advent journal: songs for the journey

    by  • December 3, 2016 • 3 Comments

    As the first week of Advent comes to a close, here are some songs that can help make up a soundtrack for the season. They aren’t necessarily Christmas songs, but they speak to me. First is Amos Lee’s “Cup of Sorrow.” I want to drink from your cup of sorrow, I want to bathe in your...

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    advent journal: limited perspective

    by  • December 2, 2016 • 1 Comment

    limited view Somewhere in the soundtrack of my life these words broke in: “the things we are bounded by make us capable of excellence.” Not bound like a prisoner— shackled—but bounded, perhaps even boundaried: put the rails up on the lane and we all throw more strikes. Freedom, at its finest is more than...

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    advent journal: one particular evening

    by  • December 1, 2016 • 7 Comments

    I know. It’s still the first week of Advent and I have already missed a day writing. I have a good reason: I went to see Billy Joel at his monthly concert in Madison Square Garden. Last night was his thirty-fifth show, and my first in the Garden. Last Christmas, Ginger and our friend...

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    advent journal: will you find me

    by  • November 29, 2016 • 9 Comments

    One of my early sixtieth birthday presents happened this summer when I got to go to Camp Copperhead, which is Steve Earle’s songwriting camp. Since he and Shawn Colvin put out a record together this year, she was there as well. There are many stories to tell of the week, but tonight I want...

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    advent journal: books, bells, and bicycles

    by  • November 28, 2016 • 6 Comments

    Writing everyday for Advent means reading everyday; if I have any hope of saying something fresh, it will be with the help of traveling companions willing to let me borrow their words. I have seldom had a plan for what I would read. I wander the house, or a bookstore, looking for the volume...

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    advent journal: starting in the darkness

    by  • November 27, 2016 • 7 Comments

    As Advent began last year, I did not see the gathering dark heading my way. I was preparing for my mother to come for Christmas so she could see our new home in Guilford. We were still unpacking boxes from our move from Durham and she was determined to see our new house. She...

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    stonecatchers

    by  • November 15, 2016 • 24 Comments

    I’ve allowed myself to become stuck in the aftermath of both the campaign and the election. The volume of discourse has been overwhelming, even when those talking on the same side. Opinions about everything from sexism to safety pins feel as though most all of them are shouted. I haven’t wanted to join in,...

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