by Lane | Advent, Poetry, Writing
I sat in Marilyn McEntyre’s Advent poetry class last Tuesday evening. My brown eyes burned, fighting to stay awake. Up way past my normal bedtime as I am an early bird to the nth degree, I wrestled with the tiredness I felt at that moment. Yet my heart bound joyfully...
by Lane | Spiritual Disciplines, Spiritual Practices, Writing
I grew up in the deep South where “Please” and “Thank you” flowed as readily as the waves upon our Georgia shore. I also grew up in an era and a locale where “Thank You” notes created the ebb and flow of gift-giving as they wrapped up the response to any gift...
by Lane | Poetry, Writing
Front doors exist as logical ways to enter a space. Yet, quite often, there’s more than one way to achieve entry: Side doors. Back doors. Through the porch. Through the garage. Through the fence to the little entryway most easily accessible. The majority of my...
by Lane | Poetry, Spiritual Practices, Writing
Try to remember the first time you heard a poem. If you could unearth the past, it’s likely you first heard poetry as an infant. Brief playful words probably appeared in your childhood, relics of communications laced with love. Perhaps your grandmother or your father,...
by Lane | Advent, Writing
“Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot.” -Dietrich Bonhoeffer For the one who creates, waiting may be the hardest space to occupy during the creative...
