My Ash Wednesday was different than they usually are, but I was unnaturally unabashedly honest with my repentance this morning. Driving in the dark I prayed (admitted aloud) that in my last depressive episode I noticed the slip in my intentionality, behavior, and heart... and I care... but I could not care enough now to … Continue reading When comparison felt like hope
Lenten Ache
Middle age is an insidious thing. Like most things in life it sneaks up on you- there is no play book and suddenly there it is. Novels and movies either romanticize or demonize it, but I believe the truth lies somewhere in the middle and one's experience is punctuated by gender, economics, circumstances...even luck. This … Continue reading Lenten Ache
Palm Sunday – a poem
Sundays are for weeping My vessel, full from the daily burdens ripple until the freedom of a dimmed room and acoustics tip the overflow And I am emptied Ritualistic- the words to worship wash over me and I join Sometimes. Sometimes as a prayer Sometimes as a backdrop to my most honest pleas with the … Continue reading Palm Sunday – a poem
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