How Rainy Days are Gifts

I love thunderstorms and rainy nights in the summer. Rain in the summer is lovely, dramatic, soft, cozy. It isn’t threatening (usually). Rain in the summer seems to belong. I imagine water droplets plopping in a lake, and rain soaking deep down in dry and gritty...

Striving and Seeds

I read these words while sitting among remains of dying lilac blooms, but with the rest of summer on the cusp of its wild verdant growth: “Glorifying and enjoying Me is a higher priority than maintaining a tidy, structured life. Give up your striving to keep...

What’s in Your Dash?

She is over 70 years old, slightly hunched, with silver-gray hair and dark rimmed glasses. We’ve gathered on Memorial Day, to pray, to eat, to sing, to remember. Someone asks her to speak to our group. A spontaneous sharing.¬†She has recently arrived from...