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TOUCHED
Open breasted before window view, morning sun and inner shade of room making mirror of window’s outward face, she looked upon the greening world. Already, near all of her lawn was changed. From gaze of lawn, sight drew near to bough of a redbud tree touching soft to window’s pane, barren of the winter […]
LENTEN REFLECTIONS: March 4, 2026
“The Son of Man did not come to be served but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”—Matthew 20:28 _____ Last line of today’s Gospel, in reflection, I ask: How do we serve? Whom do we serve? What ways do we share, give outward of ourselves in […]
MESSENGER
It was on his heart. He wished to share. For this, he sought to say. He asked, and she agreed, meeting at coffee shop within walking distance of her home. Early March day, morning sun broke in a light and warmth that flirts with the trees inviting budded blossoms and leaves to […]
OPEN MOMENT
I slept through into the sun this morning. This doesn’t happen often, and when it does, almost always, I sleep alone. I don’t know why this is, only that it’s so. Bridgette and Audrey stayed north last night for a volleyball tournament early this morning. Two days ago, I planned to go, but […]
COMPETE
I ran this morning (or something I’d call close to such). I can’t tell you the last time I have. There was a time when I was good about it. Such time has been a while. I was angry. I was frustrated. I knew my spirit and energy were wrong, and feelings—like problems—don’t […]
MODERN SAINT
I logged on again today to start my morning—computer and not on phone. Again, just as yesterday—the only post I saw—receiving of a message: “Each generation is converted by the saint who contradicts it most.”—G.K. Chesterton It begs to question. What is our generation? What defines it? What embodies it? Toward what […]
LENTEN FAIL
I went on Instagram this morning. I used a computer and not my phone because it is the phone that sucks and keeps me in (and just like that, I begin to rationalize and seek reason and justification for why I did what I did—when trying not to—signs of a struggle enough). The […]
MORNING WHIM
It did not always need to be deep: life and love and all’s emotions. There were times, and many, when it was enough to enjoy and immerse in the simple pleasures, whims, and desires that arose—to celebrate what is always there when simplified and allowed to be. So it was in the morning […]