pilgrim . poet . ponderer of all things .
***I’m linking this post up to a conversation centering around ‘REST ‘, over at Esther Emery’s blog space ‘Church in the Canyon’.*** I’ve been to church three times this year. I kept telling myself that I’d get back into the swing of things soon, that I was merely in a period of upheaval, trying to …
My new blogging buddy Karissa tagged me in a blog-hop about my writing process. Karissa writes some wonderful things over at her blog, about faith, her conversion to Eastern Orthodoxy (so very interesting for me… having grown up in the pentecostal church, and brainwashed into believing other denom’s weren’t really ‘christian’), her childhood growing up …
There’s no escaping a divine appointment. It’s at the dusty crossroads, with a stone in your shoe and the sun in your eyes. You feel it in the limping and the blindness. It’s in the heavy bag, with it’s unrelenting pressure on your brittle bones. You hear it in the call of the carrion, arching …
The thoughts in this post have been shuffling around in my heart and on my computer screen for at least a month, but the timing hasn’t been right, until now. A couple of days ago I stumbled across Alissa Writes Words, who is hosting a link-up on the theme of “What I want you …
Then He said to them, “My soul is very sad and deeply grieved, so that I am almost dying of sorrow. Stay here and keep awake and keep watch with Me.” *** I will not indulge to scratch the itch on insignificant toe; the prickle grows. To luxury should I demand to cling? I will …
Whirlwind week, it feels like. Though I think my definition of ‘busy’ is absolutely eons behind some other parents’. Perhaps it’s just that trying to re-train my sluggish brain has been more taxing than I anticipated, but today, Thursday Morning, after less than a week being mindful of my 2014 themes I was already feeling …
Please forgive the rambling below. I just had to get some words out. There are a lot of CAPITAL LETTERS, I don’t know what came over me. ***** Well, here I sit, glass of wine on one side and my gorgeous seven-month-old baby on the other, barely believing it is two thousand and fourteen already. …
Earlier this week we had to kill one of our three chickens. Well, I say we, but it was Nathan who did it. Wringing an animal’s neck is not something I’m keen to add to my list of accomplishments just yet. She was attacked the previous morning in the early hours between five and six, …
This post is part of Addie Zierman’s synchroblog to celebrate the release of her book “When We Were on Fire”: “…a funny, heartbreaking story of untangling oneself from cliché in search of a faith worth embracing. It’s a story for anyone who has ever felt alone in a crowded church. For the cynic. The doubter. …
I am a balloon drifting in-between limitless, frightening, untameable sky wild with possibility and peril. Firm, broken, fertile earth welcoming, anchoring, the comfort of gravity and a soft place to land. Drifting in the tension of elements heaving ever upwards away from safety to unknown (adventure?) and the gentle, forceful, weight of pure physics keeping …
