This Is About Poetry

by Lane | Writing

  This is about poetry. This is about prose. This is not about equations And this has never been about what’s only black and white. This is about moments captured in cinnamon and cayenne.   This is about what is ancient. This is about what is fresh. This is...

Psalm 43:3 A Reflection on Sending

by Lane | Writing

Psalm 43:3 Send forth Your light and Your truth, Let them bring me to Your holy mountain, To the place where You dwell.   O send forth  Your Light  here among darkness that so easily engulfs me. O send forth Your Truth  here among too-easily believed lies. O send...

Lectio Divina: New Path to Familiar Places

by Lane | Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices, Writing

Dazed to Dazzling   Out of Focus       Familiarity breeds forgetfulness.   When things feel too familiar, I cruise along on autopilot. Suddenly, I’m pulling up to the small Island branch of the library. How’d I get here? I don’t remember going...

Answering the Question

by Lane | Advent, Devotional, Writing

  Squirming came easy. Whether I was squished between my two younger sisters in the middle seat or stretched out on top of lumpy suitcases lining the rear compartment of the wood-paneled station wagon, finding a comfortable position required squirming creativity....

Stretched to the Shape of A Writer

by Lane | Writing

I have a confession to make. I love to read. That’s probably no surprise, if you know me. But here’s the thing. Sometimes: I read about running…instead of running. I read about eating healthy…instead of eating healthy. I read about praying…instead of praying. I read...

A-Mazing Daze of Play

by Lane | Writing

Play: to engage in sport or recreation: FROLIC ******* Walk past any playground and you will see a choice to be made. An empty bench says, “Sit here. Observe.” An empty playground says, “Come here. Enjoy.” The choosers are easily distinguished on such grounds:...