My beloved Child, You know, I knit you together in your mother’s womb. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139: 13-14) I had great fun designing your skin in such a way that you could feel the grains of sand between your toes, the roughness of rocks and...
Before Moon kisses brisk night farewell Before Sun hugs cool earth good morning I rise Before the One who is Before all time in all time holding all time Before I begin, I start again at the beginning with the Beginner of all...
Listen. Can you hear it? It’s been over 60 years since I last heard it, but as clear as the sound of winter waves that pound the shore, I can hear Grandpa’s steady, dub, dub, dub, dub, strong heartbeat. Listen. Can you hear it? It’s been decades since it creaked...
A Valley and a Hill One Good Friday holy habit is to meander slowly by The Stations of the Cross which depict Jesus’ last hours. In the center of San Luis, Colorado’s oldest town, a mesa rises above the vast valley, offering a poignant climb to Calvary. ...
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...
