Leave A Little Light On
My mother was fond of indirect lighting. Small, attractive lamps nestled in various corners of her home. She also kept an electric candle shining all night, every night, in her front window. This is a...
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On Fear
Fear It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and...
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Going to the Sun Road
This is a photo I took as I traveled the Going to the Sun Road at Glacier National Park. The saturated colors made me ache with wonder. Unveiled by Jessie Belle Rittenhouse To-day the hills put off...
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Standing Still
It’s been a year of change, and for me this has shown up as being the one who is left behind. Shortly after my mother died in March, I learned that four unrelated close friends of mine are moving away....
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Let Go
She Let Go -by Rev. Safire Rose She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head....
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Edgy
Doomscrolling. Pandemic. Police brutality. The disaster that is the president. Election malfeasance. The dissolution of the postal service. A mediocre Democratic presidential candidate (for whom I...
View ArticleThe Cry of Time
“And it seems to me that life, this brief life, is nothing other than this: the incessant cry of these emotions that drive us, that we sometimes attempt to channel in the name of a god, a political...
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Visiting Mountains
Chief Mountain, Montana Visiting Mountains The plains ignore us, but these mountains listen, an audience of thousands holding its breath in each rock. Climbing, we pick our way over the skulls of small...
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Instead
The Poet’s Occasional Alternative by Grace Paley I was going to write a poem I made a pie instead it took about the same amount of time of course the pie was a final draft a poem would have...
View ArticleChanges
It’s September! Usually this month energizes me. I associate it with back to school and new beginnings, despite the fact that school starts in mid-August here. “Even as we fret about the changes our...
View ArticleThe Eucharist of the Ordinary
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity that keeps us. Somewhere in us a dignity presides...
View ArticleA Reckoning
“You Will Never Get Death / Out of Your System” by Dana Levin How old is the earth? I asked my machine, and it said: Five great extinctions, one in process, four and a half billion years. It has always...
View ArticleYou Must Stay
You Must Stay Until the piñata until all fetters are cut all rigidity cracked until life explodes little bits of Love enough for everyone. -Kathryn Harper
View ArticlePostcard
“Postcard” by Olena Kalytiak Davis Lately, I am capable only of small things. Is it enough to feel the heart swimming? Jim is fine. Our first garden is thick with spinach & white radish. Strangely,...
View ArticleWhat You Missed
What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade by Brad Aaron Modlin Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listen to the wind, how to find meaning in pumping gas, how peeling potatoes...
View ArticleWhat Is Precious Inside Us
“We live in a time of the dissected soul, the immediate disclosure; our thoughts, imaginings and longings exposed to the light too much, too early and too often, our best qualities squeezed too soon...
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A Recent Vacation
I recently went to the mountains, and while sitting among the trees this poem came. When I go to the woods I bring no books along preferring instead to read the primary sources: the opinion columns of...
View ArticleThe Yes Began to Root In Me
Something Like This, Anyway If I prayed, which I don’t, then we could say that I asked god to open every door that I had shut, every door I did not know was there. Why I asked this, well, this will...
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The End of an Era
Last year I posted about this trusty mug that I’ve had a little over 30 years. A bit over 30 years ago, I received this mug as a gratitude gift from my local PBS station, because I donated to them. I...
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