Dear friends, During the month of December I will be posting a four part meditation on the life of Christ. This is part one of four. May this Advent season be a time when we are changed, ever more deeply, as we reflect on the extraordinary gift of Immanuel, God-with-us. For to us a child is born, to us a son is given… And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty … [Read more...] about To Us A Child Is Born – 1

There is something about standing next to death that can clear the vision for a moment. Each time I quiet myself and stand near this dark unknown, a small light seems to shine. This time, as my heart stood in sorrowed vigil, I was given glimpses of the sacred honor it is to be invited to live love—here, now. I felt the weight of beauty embedded in every loving glance, every act … [Read more...] about This One Thing

Sorrow’s tears are not hewn from rock with axe like diamonds but fall like dew from the heart’s flower as it opens wide. Oh, my heart, soften— blossom full— let fall your precious gems. … [Read more...] about Sorrow’s Tears

“It’s nothing.” That’s what we learned first. All the other numbers were something. But not zero. Even though we could see how this big round circle looked like the moon or the sun or like God’s arms wrapped around us. But then the full truth came out. “It’s a place holder,” they said. If you put it behind one of those skinny lines called a one, or behind one of those squiggly … [Read more...] about Zero

My mind, can suddenly be abuzz with fear and confusion that swarm like mosquitoes rising from dead water to dive, careen, chase and devour all I have come to trust of the goodness and love I have been shown. I hear that minds are like this— harboring hives of insanity, waiting to rise like a thick cloud, blocking the light, mocking grace, attacking vulnerability’s … [Read more...] about Made Whole Again

I am not so much growing and developing, as being undone, reduced. Unlike machines taken apart, or sauces cooked down, I have the capacity to horde my dragon treasure and resist what feels like loss. But the gentle Un-Maker is decades patient— daily persistent— working in me to loosen my grip, lighten my load. Elementals. Essentials. Let all else go. … [Read more...] about Undone

The maple shed her golden garment disrobing piece by piece to stand through winter’s storm unprotected, unadorned— a gnarled skeleton draped in ancient, ill-fitted skin. Her exposure awakens an ache of awe in me. Naked and unashamed she stands. Breathless, I gaze at such beauty. … [Read more...] about Unashamed