


Summer’s laughter
Shovels linger in the peach tree’s shade. Juice cascades down my chin. I eat deliciousness as I Join in Summer’s laughter. © Lane...
The Hope of Dirt
The shovel is my brother, a good companion as we play together in the dirt… and I am bigger for hoping— as I dig, as I turn soil & a few worms upside down. I imagine the tiny roots climbing low, low, low, while tiny shoots climb high, high,...
Being You
Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire. St. Catherine of Siena As a contemplative, I pray to discern. I linger longer at the heart of Love to hear His call, His longing for me. A life of listening prayerfulness is...