by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
This December blog is brought to you by the word Behold with a hint of prose. Behold. In autumn Sun greets the day full of reds and oranges, golds and yellows. Leaves – once green, crisp up, curling in the drying air loosening their grip upon...
by Lane | Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices, Writing
I grew up in the deep South where “Please” and “Thank you” flowed as readily as the waves upon our Georgia shore. I also grew up in an era and a locale where “Thank You” notes created the ebb and flow of gift-giving as they wrapped up the response to any gift...
by Lane | Poetry, Writing
Front doors exist as logical ways to enter a space. Yet, quite often, there’s more than one way to achieve entry: Side doors. Back doors. Through the porch. Through the garage. Through the fence to the little entryway most easily accessible. The majority of my...
by Lane | Spiritual Practices, Writing
“You are here.” I like seeing those words on a physical map. It grounds me. I orient to the present moment. This is vital for if I don’t know where I am, it’s hard to know where I’m going. Once we know where we are, it’s easier to decipher next steps. Yet it’s...
by Lane | Devotional, Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices
Autumn officially arrived on September 22 here in the Northern Hemisphere. Nighttime temperatures gradually descend, feeling cooler and cooler. The sun rises later and sets earlier. Geese fly south. Migratory birds fill the skies. Prolific gardens fade. Outdoor pools...
