Summer’s End

by Lane | Writing

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...

What would you grab in a fire?

by Lane | Writing

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...

Edit Two

by Lane | Poetry, Writing

The final round Of editing Feels like That sprint When your lungs burn And your legs wobble And you can see the finish line, But are gasping for hope and energy.   To undo What took so long to do Seems counterproductive.   In fact, Such editing Adds a patina...

Editing Process

by Lane | Writing

    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...

Summer’s laughter

by Lane | Writing

Shovels linger in the peach tree’s shade. Juice cascades down my chin. I eat deliciousness as I Join in Summer’s laughter.             © Lane...

Being You

by Lane | Writing

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...