Humbled

The first hard frost. I can see it this morning. It’s there on the path as I head out to turn on the heater in the cabin and then back in for the feeding of the cats and the coffee and, this morning, for peanut butter. Just now I realize I didn’t put the cat dishes up...

Creation, Andrew Harvey, and me

Today I started to clean my car in preparation for my trip to Illinois and the Institute for Sacred Activism. I found two of my church’s hymnals in the trunk.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked out of church with the hymnal in my hand.  I didn’t realize...

Creation of the New

I didn’t get the formatting right on my first try with Creation of the New. (My friend Terry’s cover was perfect the first time!) I won’t tell you the details of the frustration this additional round of formatting became, only that I got it done and I sent it off. The...

Joy and Gratitude

I’ve been feeling the link between gratitude and joy lately. It started with this moment of gratitude I felt in my kitchen. I was alone in the house, making myself leftover frozen lasagna to eat while I read. I was so overcome by how much I loved doing what I was...

Chaos and Surrender

About six months ago, I received an email from Elliott Robertson. He was publishing his new poetry collection and wrote asking for my address so that he could send me a copy. When the book arrived in my mail box, it included an inscription thanking me for my...

Movement within A Course of Love

Back in 2003, I wrote a little booklet called “Movement within the Course of Love Series.”  I have a certain casual attitude to anything I wrote that many years ago, a feeling that I have moved beyond what I might have seen back then. Yet it’s been on my mind lately....

Blind spots and beetles

The grape vines that have been making their return this summer have just reached the trellis that separates yard from woods…and so have the Japanese Beetles. They glow iridescent as I walk through the passageway. How long have they been there? Last week they were...

Moving from Head to Heart

Like all of us, I’ve got some good friends who don’t really understand the kind of experiences I’ve had, where they’ve led me, or how they’ve changed me. I don’t know about you, but every once in a while there is an occasion that causes me to try to share something...