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...

From Dry to Drenched

by Lane | Devotional, Writing

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,...

Consider the birds…

by Lane | Writing

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...