Discovering Delight & Dwelling in Our Days
If you start a book club and if you meet once a month, every month for almost three years, and if you have a book society retreat in the nearby city for a long weekend in January of 2023 and again in March of 2024, then you might find your book clerisy in February of…
The fire crackles in the soapstone. The pomegranate and pine candle flickers, enswathed in heavy green patterned glass. Lamplight glows warm on the north wall where we laid brick last Saturday. Of course, by we, I mean my good farmer man, our son, and my brother.I curl into the curve of the couch, dig my…
I like making lists. I like reading lists. I’ve followed a practice for a number of years held by the Modern Mrs. Darcy and Emily P. Freeman. They ask the questions “What worked for me?” “What didn’t?” Today, I’m pecking away at my keyboard to join in on this reflection. Another variation to consider in…
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 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…
