An excerpt from Psalm 45 For the last couple of years that we were living in Davenport, our family was Anglican. There are things I miss about our Anglican church. I miss Tuesday night Bible study when we would see our friends, share a meal, our collective “pile” of children would run amok and an … Continue reading Words of Comfort
When I was in high school, I bought a cassette tape that I listened to until it became warped and the end wouldn’t play anymore. The album was Bjork’s Homogenic and I wish I had it now because I only remember fragments of the lyrics from one song. John and I moved to Davenport nine … Continue reading Homogenic
Cape Cod Morning, 1950 Edward Hopper You’d never know it just by talking to me, but I took two years of Latin in college. And even though I’ve forgotten much of what I learned, my copy of Wheelock’s Latin is as beloved and tattered as some of my Bibles. I took Latin hoping it would … Continue reading The Vocative
The other day I woke up and ambled through my morning routine. I prayed, I sang, I wrote. I sat on the front steps and watched birds and listened to the trees. I was tired, so I went to the garage where my hammock hangs and I swayed back and forth until my eyelids got … Continue reading Rocky, Rocky
This morning I got up *stupid* early because I have a job interview. I tossed and turned and finally just arose, figuring my night’s sleep was done. I prayed like I usually do – Book of Common Prayer and journaling – but with every word I uttered and every stroke I jotted my body tensed … Continue reading The Peace that Passeth
Recently a friend asked me: “What is the best thing about your life right now?” I thought and thought. You know what it is? That our 900 sq. foot cabin in the north woods of Wisconsin has been our temporary/permanent residence for the past 6 weeks. (And three more to go!) I could go on … Continue reading Quit Clinging to Your Garbage, Kendra.
Lately I’ve been battling some sleeplessness which causes me to be over-evaluative. Did I wrong someone? Did someone wrong me? Am I any good at all? And, for me, unfortunately, this can lead to speculative thking about The One Who Is Out to Get Me. Sigh. Last night I finally got a good night’s rest. … Continue reading Guide Us, Guard Us
Years ago, I read Anne Lamott’s memoir of her recovery and coming to faith, Traveling Mercies. As I recall, she stumbled into a certain church every week to enjoy the music while walking off a hangover. One morning, I guess she was too drunk to just hang in the doorway so she went ahead and … Continue reading Anne Lamott’s Church
The other day I stood hovering over a soapy basin of dishes, Joni Mitchell crooning in my headphones, and I started to cry. It is often during simple, menial, meditative tasks that I find myself working over things in my mind – almost the way you would scrub a dish, or wipe it clean with … Continue reading Forgiving Idiots
This past school year, for virus-related reasons, we chose to temporarily homeschool our kids. We purchased curriculum from the Classical Christian school they attended the previous year and mapped out a plan that involved a cooperative approach between ourselves and two saints who’ve been a part of our lives since both kids were babies – … Continue reading Accidental Waldorf
