Liturgy #2 from the Email Series We believe, O Creator, that when You shaped us in our inmost beings, You saw all You made and said it was good.
Written for one of my email subscribers, after she told me of the heartbreak of being bullied and watching her child go through the same thing. Most days, O Lord, I choose to believe the words you said in that earliest Garden
I woman, mother, writer, friend AM breathe in, breathe out, foot down, grab hand NOT
I sang the Magnificat over the garden. It died anyway. He has not forgotten.
It won’t stop raining. We keep our muddy boots in a barrel beside the door, next to a shelf of umbrellas and towels. Every time we come in from the drizzle, we give the barrel the evil eye. It always looks appropriately ashamed.
I should be writing. The literary trifecta are in reach: laptop, coffee, Annie Dillard books. But even so, I can’t stop watching the breeze play with the steam off my coffee. It’s mesmerizing, like a hands-on lava lamp. Just as the sunlight catches the swirls, they vanish. Diffused. It’s normal and romantic, ethereal and earthy. … Read More
My county is under water. The levees broke, the rains fell, and we collectively moved to higher ground.
*written for the women of the Franklin County CATCH Court, and for their patron saint in Luke 7