Discovering Delight & Dwelling in Our Days
Christmas Present The flame hisses to life when I hold the flickering match to its base. The light shines through the green glass of the pine-scented candle. I shake the match, run it under a quick stream of cold water. It sits, black and burnt, reduced to quiet. I toss it into the trash receptacle…
I laughed.I cried.It exceeded my expectations. Years ago, my aunt introduced us to the horrible Herdmans and the Best Christmas Pageant Ever. She lent us the book and the next year we watched the 1983 film adaptation. When the email landed in my inbox a month or so ago with an invitation to preview this…
I will hold you in the light. I will hold you in the light.YOU.Who feels hollowed, you who feels as if wholeness was long ago swallowed and the only hallowed ground around you is littered with broken dreams and empty explanations of what might have been, what could have been, what should have been. The…
September asks me to slowTo savor skies and sunsetsSip coffee and soak in sunshine September says “Let’s open our palms and listen closer,Let’s open windows and waft in the first refresh of the next season, Let’s sit in the soft sixties dawn and not reach for a sweater quite yet. September appreciates presence and creates…
In-the-moment often doesn’t reveal the importance of-the-moment. In-the-moment seldom gazes directly in our eyes or points out the progress or reassures us this is our next best thing. In-the-moment rarely offers significance a seat. It’s after-the-moment who often motions backward where on the distance shore significance waves shyly and our souls gasp with the wonder…
