When life rains on you
The tide is out and the water lies perfectly still under the heavy, grey air, as if waiting, surrendered, for the blessing to be given. One drop and then another,…
For the long, busy days
Life gets busy and even as I know this is good I mourn the loss of the long quiet. I fear drifting back into the drivenness that keeps me from…
Of dandelions and holiness and a great reason to celebrate
I don’t have a lawn now, but I remember the crazy length of those dandelion roots needing radical removal to set the lawn free. Those were no wimpy weeds, and…