Home. Abode. Dwelling place. It is good to be here. My Lenten journey has taken me far from my usual paths, yet the trajectory eventually curves back to the place where my heart lives.  Where I abide. My thoughts linger on… Continue reading

Before I am quite ready for my day, I am suddenly flooded with emails and phone calls that need my attention. Or at least it feels that way. I find the older I get, the more I need to enter gently… Continue reading

My vista this morning is a wide expanse of ocean, reaching inevitably to the horizon. I cannot see the beach, only the water, which must be pouring over the end of the Earth. No wonder people once imagined the Earth… Continue reading

Today, one of my closest spiritual companions will be buried. I will not be present because I am already in route, traveling a long way from home. We had a conversation that lasted almost 20 years. She was the wisdom to… Continue reading

There is one small bud on my orchid. At first, I think it is early for it to bloom. Then I remember that it was about this time two years ago when my friend gifted it to me. It was… Continue reading

In the morning, the snow is beautiful, dressing bare branches and evergreen boughs alike in thick white finery. Later, the wind will arrive and fiercely transform the landscape. Now, I feel safely enclosed. Then, the vista will become wide and… Continue reading

As I hear myself complain about a person for the umpteenth time, I stop. It’s only a few days out from Ash Wednesday, when I prayed the Litany of Penance with others and we asked God to accept our repentance… Continue reading