Happy Feast of the Epiphany—the day we commemorate the arrival of the Magi at the birthplace of the Christ child, by way of a star. It is also the day our Eastern brothers and sisters celebrate their Christmas feast. The Magi have always held a particular place of intrigue in my heart. No doubt this […]
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Shannan Martin’s words have been speaking truth to my heart, lately. (*Excellent podcast, here, or put The Ministry of Ordinary Places on your hold list at the library), because she has this compelling way of making the truly mundane, shine with the light of the Incarnation and I need someone like that speaking this truth into my ear.
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The sunflowers are giving up the fight—after being pummeled by wind, squirrels, and finches, they won’t last. Thus, the pile of sorted seeds air-drying on the kitchen floor. (A lovely science experiment that looks a bit like loose-leaf tea arrayed on construction paper). At first glance, it’s an invitation to curious, little fingers. Upon closer
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Lately the days have been…full. Lots of things: time in the canoe, time away with friends, school schedules, harvesting treats from the garden, (still) working on our patio renovation, harvesting honey. I feel like Ma Ingalls with all the action my kitchen has seen this past week. (Especially the at-home honey harvest; at which point
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It’s been quiet in these parts lately. It seems fitting to return to this scene on the heels of the Feast of St. Benedict–the day, celebrated in part by the blessing of bee hives. Friends, if summer is a feast for the senses, then July is my jam. The following is a smattering of what I love
May has been a beautiful, emotional kind of month already. I told my husband on Thursday night that I feel like I’m in the middle of so many pieces of my heart right now… An empty beehive. An invitation to a writer’s workshop–contingent upon someone else dropping out. Another birthday for my oldest. Another mother’s
I’m sitting back after a full week of visiting with a friend from out- of-town, reflecting on really special event on Saturday evening, and musing on the Feast of the Annunciation at Blessed Is She, today. Here’s a little summary. In the dark Over the weekend I had the opportunity to offer a reflection on spiritual blindness at
As I write, the spring sun chasing snow from the shadows of our yard. We’re tending four, adolescent chickens in our basement until it is warm enough to send them outside. Fellow bee club members are offering a crash-course in swarm-catching as my beloved beehive succumbed to a mite infestation last week. I’m devouring Christie
It’s been a long time since I sat down to write. That’s probably telling; a reminder that I need some quiet time, and a reflection of the pace of the day- to-day. Sound familiar? For whatever reason, February is jam-packed for us, annually. As a practice, this is not something I try brag about—actually it’s
Metaphorically speaking, I’d like to classify myself as the cannon-ball type–The one who sprints to the edge of the dock, tucks, and hits in the water without hesitation (and on a hot summer day, I am). The truth is I wear three layers every day for about six months of the year. I am rarely