Medusa Has A Headache (Part Two): Engage the Hyacinth

At the end of April, I had the privilege of co-leading, with my dear friend Susan Forshey, the women’s retreat at my church, Bethany Presbyterian. The retreat was called “The Unforced Rhythms of Grace,” and we focused on living a contemplative life...

Tea and Toast

I wake up to tea. Every morning, I wake up to tea. I do not even have to make the tea. My beloved husband lets me sleep for a few extra blessed minutes while he makes the tea. And toast. He always makes toast, too. Unless, of course, we’re out of bread (which...

Wild Geese

Jack comes running into the house from the back yard. “Quick! Come see! Come see! Someone has to see this!” Jane and I drop the napkins we’re folding and follow him out of the house, Jane at a dead run, I at a brisk walk. When we get outside,...

Look and See

On Sunday we went to the Arboretum and walked out to Foster and Marsh Islands. Jack climbed trees, Jane threw rocks into the creek and watched the ripples circle out to the shore, and the twins toddled around getting their hands and pantlegs muddy. Doug and I snapped...

Entropy

I have two bags of groceries, one in each hand, when I walk in the front door. I stand in the doorway and survey the wreckage. No, we haven’t been robbed. The house looked like this when I left. If cleanliness is next to godliness, I’m living in the second, or...

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