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Each bee senses that her one obligation is to give the smallest motion of her flight muscles to the collective work of keeping the queen and the colony’s honey stores warm. The whole hive knows they survive only if they shiver together. Some of them in the...
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Twenty years ago, Naomi Shihab Nye’s poetry collection, Red Suitcase, came across the check-in desk at the library where I worked. Captivated by the cover, the title, I flipped through, checked the book out, and wrote down two poems I’ve carried in my head...
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“I’m tempted to declare 2017, The Year of Failure.” This is what I messaged to a friend minutes after opening a long-awaited email informing me I was no longer in the running for a coveted job. My emotions were high; melodrama rose with ease. Looking back...
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What is the kingdom of God like? And to what should I compare it? It is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in the garden; it grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air made nests in its branches. Luke 13:18-19 A...
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We go up to heaven and down to hell a dozen times a day – at least, I do. And the discipline of work provides an exercise bar, so that the wild, irrational motions of the soul become formal and creative. – May Sarton in Journal of a Solitude Seated...
