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Riddles and Rhythms: Lectio Divina: Ancient yet New
“What do these three things have in common?” creates a wonderful riddle game for long road trips. For instance, what does a beehive, a rooster, and a barbershop have in common? Combs. What do reservations, awful television series, and postage stamps have in common? They can all be canceled....
Summer’s End
I tug the paper-thin blanket snuggly around me, inhaling dawn’s air, as crisp and brilliant as the orange carrots, as the fresh and green leafy spinach received yesterday from my CSA. Though the calendar reads August, if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was autumn already. In Colorado fall...
Remnants
Rivulets steam and stream Salty, hot, Under this thick non-woven Breathing face mask, Meant to keep out A million miniscule molecules Of ash, one remnant of That rant of fire That leapt the canyons and dry ridges, In one pyrocumulus moment Then consumed, decimated, This now catastrophed...
What would you grab in a fire?
Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Walking early with a friend, we inhaled Colorado’s beauty as the sun rose, glowed on western ridges, and illuminated Pikes Peak. Usually snow-capped in June, how bare it looked now due to winter’s snow drought. Another outlandishly hot, dry day loomed...
Editing Process
Like runners headed for the finish line, my coauthor and I enter the final sprint of editing our book: The Life of the Body: Physical Well Being and Spiritual Formation. Six months from now, the words being typed on my computer will show up on a shelf in your local bookstore. The...
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, high. Sunday’s sunny....
From Dry to Drenched
The sprinklers are reviving the lawn this morning. Living Water, come and revive my heart this morning. Dry, shriveled up, and colorless, I thirst. I am dehydrated of heart. I thirst to be present to this day, to be present to Your heart in this day. Each moment, choice invites action. I can...
Consider the birds…
At twilight riding down the street towards home, we noticed a mother and her daughter out walking, who were clearly concerned about an immature flicker sitting stunned in the middle of the road. Today, while mowing the grass, my husband came upon a dazed and confused young magpie, sitting...
Arose She
Arose she at magenta sunrise, just after twinkling bouquets faded. The summer damask rose shimmered in an old cut glass vase beside her bed. He always left one waiting there. She thought of that other day, fifty-two summers ago, when her now-snow-headed sweetheart knelt on one knee, and asked...
