Fighting seated
Some fight for freedom in army boots, their feet fitted to stand. For them I am deeply grateful.Others fight bravely by the choice to sit still, defying the voices that…
Offering our bodies: the hands-on God
I watch the hands that bathe the baby. Strong. Skilled. Gentle. The newborn relaxes into being held, lets herself be stilled. For the first few moments she…
When the deadlines weigh heavy
When the deadlines weigh heavy and the decisions are too big, I turn again like the child not sure what to make of the sticky mess, hands held out for…