From May, 2016

The Asking Years

“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” Zora Neale Hurston When I sit down to write, there’s a fly bashing its body against the glass. I stand and walk towards it, moving slowly as to avoid startling him. I push open the window above the sink, and the kitchen door, too, and…

Radical locatedness

I came across a striking quote recently: “Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.” C.S. Lewis wrote those words in The Weight of Glory, and, no matter one’s religious persuasion, it would be difficult to deny that his statement has zing. What would it look like…

Mary Poppins is Always Prepared

A lovely co-worker teacher-friend calls me MP. She says I am like Mary Poppins with a bottomless carpet bag of treasures. I’ll admit I am rather a bag lady, always the turtle shell on my back full of all that I need. An extra change of clothes, make up, granola bars. The weather could change.…

Is food my enemy, or am I?

Right now I feel safe. Right now I’m living inside well-defined boundaries with lots of rules and restrictions. I don’t feel trapped here. I’m way more afraid of what’s outside the boundaries, so in here I’m happy as a cow penned up to pasture. But I’m afraid right now too because the boundaries are temporary…

Golden Opportunity

“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien I had seen this photograph of my grandmother riding a tractor in an album at my aunt’s house for years, and it…

The Spirits of Flowers

We were driving along the coastal cliffs of Croatia, the Mediterranean sea was shining below us with green islands smothered with white buildings and palms. Here and there exotic wild flowers dotted the roadside, whizzing too fast by my window to see clearly. “STOP the car!” I yelled. “Wild irises!” I had never seen wild…