A Clearing in the Sunlight
Friday, December 10, 2021
Mankato's Poetry Walk and Ride
Thursday, November 4, 2021
Can I Call Myself a Writer Yet?
My fingers want to fly across the keyboard, so energized they are as I prepare for tonight's book launch. Book launch! That's right. My work is now published IN A BOOK. I am so honored to able to hold my words, enterlaced with the stories of twenty other women, in my palms. This feels so much bigger than the other small publishing experiences I've had over the past few years. And still, I am grateful for each of those opportunities and would like to take a moment to highlight them here.
- My Fledging Reader is a createive non-fiction essay that tells the story of a mother (me) watching her daughter take flight into the world of books, as she contemplates the environment she and her husband have created for their little girl. She wonders if the foothold is strong enough to support her as she continues to grow and gain independence. You can find the essay, published in 2019, here:
Monday, December 21, 2020
Solstice Born
Solstice Born
Arise, His beloved, His beautiful one, and come and see the coming Newborn King.
Do not be afraid to venture joyfully out into the cold and the snow as you may have when you were a child. A tingling and reddened nose is a small price to pay for a clear mind and invigorated soul. If your body articulates a desire to rest, give yourself permission to spend your free time reading, writing in your journal, daydreaming, engaging in artistic pursuits, playing board games, working a puzzle or meditating.
May this winter solstice clear your mind, invigorate your soul, and give you rest.
Monday, January 28, 2019
Of Snow Dunes
This isn’t a day for traipsing long and slow
harsh winds send spirits fleeing
over desert dunes pure and white.
Temperatures drop by the hour
three, then two, now one,
and onward into negativity.
Surprised by a pull to press on,
I let my four-legged companion lead
across the road, around the fence
I look down to avoid the bite of wind
studying the geology of snow
measuring strata, mapping the movement
that folded this fine fabric
Steadying to stay on the smooth, I spy
scritch scratch tic tac prints,
evidence of birds out testing the newness
before the morning gale took hold
Having sought retreat, all other signs hidden
I gaze forward, we forge homeward
The pull receded , we glide above swift secrets
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
My Christmas Prayer
Christmas: Waiting in Joyful Hope 2018-19, I understood the significance of
this first verse from the Book of John in a whole new way, “In the beginning
was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” I’ve
often heard it said that actions speak louder than words. This is true, and
yet my devotion from today speaks of an even more powerful language,
that of words and actions together. The Word John speaks of, manifest each
Christmas as we remember the birth of God’s son, is love. God sent His
beloved to Earth, to save us. So, as Christians, God calls us to put this single
syllable word into action. On the page, love is made up of only four letters,
but once written on our hearts, it becomes uncontainable.
In my MOMS Bible Study, I recently read a story about a little boy who, when
asked if he wanted to let Jesus into his heart, replied, “Well, I’d like to, but I
got to figurin’...I’m so little and Jesus is so big--he’s just gonna stick out all over!”*
Yes, that is precisely why God sent His Son, to be in relationship with each of us,
in such a way that we cannot help but reflect His love. This little boy’s innocent
response revealed a wisdom so many of us believers take a lifetime to understand.
We cannot experience His love only to guard it under lock and key. Once we truly
know His love, the only action that makes any sense in response to God’s
irrational love for us, is more love.
On Christmas we celebrate the birth of an innocent child, a pure and spotless
lamb, sent to save the world. Don’t get me wrong, I love the image of this
peaceful baby cradled in his mother’s arms, but it is the man Jesus became,
what he said and what he did, that captivates my heart. The last words from
the prayer included in today’s Christmas devotion are, “Make us all your living
vocabulary of love.” That’s it. That’s all there is to it. Perhaps this resonates
so strongly with me because I am a language teacher and a lover of words.
Perhaps I love this sentence because I’m still only beginning to fully understand
what God's love for me means in how I live my life. Either way, this is my
Christmas prayer, that we might all be a “living vocabulary of love.”
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
As Snow Flurries
so too our worries swirl and whirl
hearts flutter with the rush, the absent hush
a season so short, so full and frantic
Most thin flakes evaporate mid-flight
Fickle and sporadic, approaching, dissipating
Won't last the day, not to mention the night
Impermanent, barely visible; then gone
A few float down, sprinkling a faintly frozen pond
Speckles less fleeting, yet temporary still
Wind biting, impeding clear sightings
of friend, of foe, of fear, or faith forward
Worries and hurries dance weightless
small pieces searching for solid ground
observe them breathing, receding
No present place to touch down
Friday, October 5, 2018
An Auntie All Over Again
Imagine an ocean
and that you took a few drops from the ocean.
The drops would not be the ocean--
they would be merely drops of it,
of the same essence and substance as the ocean but not the ocean itself.
In the same way we,
who burst forth from a passionate God,
made in God's image and likeness,
are not God.
But we are little drops of God.
God-drops.