• Posts Tagged ‘grief’

    lenten journal: much like any other day

    by  • April 7, 2012 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    Today is a day much like any other day. In the story of Jesus’ death and resurrection, this is the day in the middle. Most stories have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Our Easter story goes the opposite direction, in a way, starting with the ending and then moving to beginning again....

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    lenten journal: acquainted with grief

    by  • April 7, 2012 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    The early spring has been at cross purposes with my schedule. When the beds were ready to be cleared and prepared for spring vegetables, I was not prepared to plant. When the regular rhythm of rain and spring sunshine made everything in the garden explode, I was not prepared to prune branches and pull...

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    lenten journal: chapter

    by  • March 4, 2012 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    saturday night at ben and jerry’sthey were the only ones in the placebeside the two behind the counterthey could be identified bythe flavors they had ordered:peanut and banana greek yogurtnew york super fudge chunkchocolate with sprinklesjimmy fallon’s late night snackbut that doesn’t tell the whole storythere’s also the flavor of painone lost her husband...

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    lenten journal: jesus in 3/4 time

    by  • March 1, 2012 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    One of the classes I’m teaching this semester is European History. How that came about is a story of its own that is still unfolding, but it’s also a story for another night. When they asked (and by asked I mean told) me I was teaching the class, I fashioned the course around twentieth...

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    by  • February 15, 2012 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    it’s like the sand of life leaks out from a hole in the sackscattered then stompedinto the surface but nothing gets lighterthe gravity of absencecrushes out the colors andsomehow grey weighs more the shadows know thingsthey are not tellingnow I see through a glassdarkly yes darkly it’s like death has an echothat bounces off...

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    letting lola go . . .

    by  • February 1, 2012 • Uncategorized • 5 Comments

    Today we said goodbye to Lola, our eldest Schnauzer, who lived life with determination, never flinched from speaking up when she thought something (or someone) was wrong or there was a chance for a snack, and loved with her whole being. Life finally wore her out and we had to let her go on...

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    an earring of hope

    by  • January 18, 2012 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    Today is Steve Earle’s birthday. I’ve been listening to his songs all day, which is not so different from many other days, just more purposed. I love both his music and his story: he is a living testament to hope and redemption. One of my favorite tunes is “Some Dreams,” which was used as...

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    advent journal: grieving

    by  • December 15, 2011 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    Again, with the technical difficulties. Here is my post from last night. grieving imagine you have a stonethe size of your sorrowstrapped to your backimagine you and the stonehave fallen into a lakeand sunk to the bottom you struggle to your feetand try to carry the stoneback to the surfacebut you cannot risethe water...

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    advent journal: today there was not enough light

    by  • December 8, 2011 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    today there was not enough light to light the morning skybefore I got to work to help my student seethe error of his ways to last till the end of the afternoonfor me to get home before dark to burn away the cloudsof grief that cover our house so we sat together on the...

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    advent journal: poem, too

    by  • December 6, 2011 • Uncategorized • 0 Comments

    The spirit        likes to dress up like this:             ten fingers,                  ten toes . . . (Mary Oliver, “Poem”) My father-in-law, Reuben Brasher, would have been eighty-one tomorrow; Wednesday marks eight weeks since he died.  I miss him. poem, too I think the Spirit liked to dress up like Reuben:every ounce of...

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