Advent meditation: Love
After retiring to its new underground home, the seed adjusts to life in the Darkness. It takes some time, but after a while, it resigns …
After retiring to its new underground home, the seed adjusts to life in the Darkness. It takes some time, but after a while, it resigns …
A self-sowing seed begins in the light. It holds on for as long as it can, but then weather changes, time passes, and nutrients fade. …
It is tradition for me to read this poem on the first morning I hear the geese migrating for both winter and summer. Even though …
When the world becomes a busy placeand I need to reconnect with you,I go to my sanctuary,my kitchen,and there I find you at my table.You …
When the world seems to bind us in ways that restrict, impede or obstruct our freedom and growth, I return to these words from six …
On Friday, we promised the younger gardener-in-residence that we would take a trip up to Graveyard Fields on the Blue Ridge Parkway and pick blueberries. …
I have recently joined a collective of artists, writers, and practitioners who trust in the therapeutic aspect of nature and creation. Each in our own …
Recently, I read about doing a running streak in Runner’s World – the point is to run every day from Memorial Day to the Fourth …
O, My Maker,Let the morning come.Let the sun rise slowlyoutside my windowpeeking through silhouettesof dark trees.Let the hummingbirdswake the worldwith chirps of delight.Let the rabbits …
This spring, the pandemic has slowed our go-go-go family down tremendously. Rather than running to various activities every afternoon, we’ve found ourselves focused on our …
Recently, I have been sitting with Brokenness. For a long time, however, I was afraid to acknowledge her presence because her cracks might allow someone …
Mary is my girl. I’ve been sitting with her during Christmas for years now, and each Advent season, I come to learn more about God, …
God of Bounty, We offer thanksgiving to you in this season of harvest. For the food you created, for the rich soil that sheltered the …
blogger’s note: If you’ve been following me for awhile, you willl recognize this post. There are many iterations of it on this site as it …
It has been quite some time since I have been actively engaged in a faith community. I have been seeking, wrestling, discerning, and waiting, and …
This morning, I’ve had the gift of some alone time on the back porch as the world wakes up into Saturday. It did not take …
I shared this sermon at our contemplative service a handful of years ago during Mental Health Awareness Month in the UMC (May). In honor of …
It has become a meaningful tradition for me to return to this poem when I hear the first flock of Canadian geese making their way …
Dear Friends and Family, About seven months ago, Bob and I started planning for me to have a space apart as a studio, meditation room, …
Often, I share with people this bit of advice from the spiritual direction world–it if happens at least 3 times, then it’s probably the Holy …
A few years ago, my devotion journal highlighted Proverbs 8, a lovely and insightful text about Lady Wisdom or Sophia. As Holy Wisdom, she personifies …
I’ve been doing a lot of traveling for work recently. I enjoy the opportunity to meet new people, educate conference participants, and advocate for individuals …
I have recently been re-reading Pádraig Ó Tuama’s book In the Shelter: Finding a Home in the World. I find it grounds me in ways …
Blog post about ecospirituality and some practices that support caring for the earth and your soul.
The other day, a young friend was helping me pick out some photos to frame for my first gallery showing. As we flipped through the …
If you follow Growing Grace Farm on Instagram or Facebook, you know that I have been reading Salt Fat Acid Heat by Samin Nosrat. My …
This morning, I thought I might try something a bit different with my post. A few minutes ago, I came across a photo that reminded …
Some of you may not know that I am lifelong United Methodist (UMC), and in 2009, I was commissioned as a Deaconess in the UMC …
When my sister and I were little, our mother would surprise us by serving an artichoke with our dinner. We found it magical to peel …
How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a singlefriend, for they are all smilers and talkers and …
In February, eleven years ago, a handful of friends and colleagues, all women, were experiencing challenging times–single parenting, work stress, and life transitions. I chose …
You, like me, may have chanted this in your childhood: Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me. Sadly, as an adult, especially in the last handful of years, I have realized …
I went to the wood yesterday to walk, to pray, to cry, and to surrender all that was nagging at my bones and my spirit. …
Over the weekend, Shadow showed up at my front door. I hadn’t invited her, but her visit was not unexpected. She has a tendency to …
Poems arrive ready to begin. Poets are only the transportation. -Mary Oliver, “Humility” In waking almost two hours too early the other morning, I found …
On my professional travels with a colleague, we typically listen to podcasts as a way to decompress on the ride home. This past Monday, he …
Most days, if you take the time to just be, creation reminds us of the simple truths in life–love, hope, forgiveness, etc. This morning, I …
Every spring, the bunnies come to visit the garden and see if by some chance, there’s a hole in the chicken wire big enough to …
from Growing Grace: A Book of Psalms Celebrating Creation I’ve put the gardens to bed and shored up the chicken coop. I’ve stored the tools …