I might be exhausted and the children might be cranky,but I will be going to church on Sunday.Don’t know who is preaching, doesn’t matter –the sermon may be helpful or not, holds my attention or doesn’t –it’s the singing.I go to sing. I get up,get clean,get dressed,possibly get mad (at not-ready kids, at empty coffee … More I Go to Sing
I’m dreamingof my grandmother’s house,and small me in it,running from room to room,making the huge-at-the-time circlefrom the kitchen, down the hall, through the living and dining rooms,bursting triumphantly through the magical swinging doorback into the kitchen, warm with people and cooking smells. Not the of a white Christmas kind of dreaming.The real kind,in my bed, … More I’m Dreaming
Props to John Donne. Sorry about this. Life be not easy, though some on FacebookMake it look simple, but that is not so.For those who can’t both live and share their lifePost not, poor souls, and one of them is me.On phone and hard drive, where all my pictures be,Much confusion, and from me more … More Holy Crap: Life be not easy
If the veil between me and God is as thin as some say it is, why can’t I see any more than I can? In days past, my awareness of God was as straightforward as sitting in a confessional. There was no question as to whether the priest was present. I experienced companionship, heard movement, … More Eclipse
This is stunning. We are actually talking about the game. The game we women have been playing forever. For ev er. Game probably isn’t the right word. Maybe “tactical, strategic approach to life” is a better term. Certainly there has never been a level playing field. Certainly the ref has been blind on purpose. Certainly, … More The Game
Kindness Begins with Crayons A Response to the Serena Williams Cartoon Kindness begins with crayons — small fists and sweeping scribbles, drawing before talking, before labeling — making something beautiful out of blank, empty space. Sharing is first learned here. What I make, what comes from me, will only be enhanced by sharing with you. … More Kindness Begins with Crayons
Cleaning out the car after a long week. Jackets. Potato chip crumbs. Water bottles. A hymnal. Oh, right – a hymnal. Buried under the clutter, I forgot it was there. It must have ridden around with me all week. I put it in the front seat Tuesday. I must have moved it to the back … More By Heart
Every Christmas I am reminded of the gift that imperfection can be. I don’t mean that I look on the bright side and make lemonade out of lemons. No positive thinking or mental wrangling is required. Every Christmas I am reminded of the literal gift (“Here, this is for you! Open it!! Isn’t it cool? … More Imperfect
I believe that, for most of my life so far, I have been the primary potter with my own clay. I have shaped much of my own destiny. God might see this differently. God might be giving me the divine eye roll right now. But it’s what I think – that, for better or for … More Clay
Light is neutral. Neither good nor bad. Neither for us nor against us. Light just is. Light, unimpeded, will always do what light does – reveal. Illuminate. Make plain. The only way light will not do what light does is if we, in its presence, choose to close our eyes.
Lindy Thompson 