little lizzy! I don’t know what to make of your absence how to not feel your presence a life lived at the speed of joy how one little body could hold so much exuberance and expectancy always trusting that we would join you in the dance we’re here today but you stayed in Sunday afternoon…
grief biscuits I saw the leftovers when I opened the fridge two baked sweet potatoes missed or ignored but not yet past their usefulness so I made some biscuits because I needed to make something of today in the face of war and the hunger of dead friends you can’t make a biscuit without getting…
remember you are dust remember you are dust the pastor smudged my forehead with a cross and a focused stare his eyes conveyed a tone beyond admonition an invitation to resonate to find my place with all that is temporary vulnerable and valuable remember you are dust dust is the stuff of life particles of…
quenched disorder I’d never seen those words beside each other until I read the phrase and the definition “the right level of randomness to explore the adjacent possible” let’s go back to quenching and the randomness I keep seeing little fires having to be put out and those little fires keep us paying attention the…
ice the rain came late this afternoon actually more of a drizzle or mist just enough to coat the streets before the temperature drops below freezing which means we will wake to a coating of ice that will impair our travel and leave some of us stranded or feeling fearful I wonder if it was…
brain freeze I have spent all day trying to get warm it has felt as though the freeze was coming from inside my bones and working its way through my skin to join the frigid air that has surrounded me like a custom suit no snow or ice just freezing cold there is probably something…
preparing today has been a day of preparation baking cookies for a coffee house concert tomorrow night a breakfast casserole for the church brunch after our budget meeting also tomorrow a third and fourth revision of my sermon and practicing my new advent carol as much as my hands would let me after all the…
first friday it’s the first Friday in December and in our little snow globe town which means we light the evergreen tree on the Town Green crowds gather and the traffic jams for no other reason than we have decided it matters to all be together to flip the switch the evening is electric because…
light blankets I was the last one out of the building tonight after our service of silence and singing the songs were handed down chants the silence was marked by a blanket of candles on the communion table I blew them out turned off the lights and stepped out to find the parking lot basking…
road rules People owe us what we imagine they will give us. We must forgive them this debt. — Simone Weil when the lanes drop forcing us to merge a simple errand trip becomes a standoff rather than the chance to accept an invitation to join the choreography of cooperation my stubbornness will not save…