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I wrote this poem this past December and then let it sit for a good long while. Now it seems to me that it has something to do with Lent and Jesus’ invitation to follow him into the desert for these forty days. When I wrote it, I was thinking of...
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I sat in the living room last week rocking my poor, sick, sleeping boy and watched while his twin brother explored a small wooden chair. He walked diligently to the book basket, chose a board book, then toddled quickly over to the chair. Placing the...
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“Come unto me, all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.” – God I came into the retreat like our old cat Samson used to come into our house after a string of nights out on the town. Samson would just disappear and...
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I stand over the small wooden table gazing at the meal, my eyes taking in its beautiful simplicity. The host ladles me a generous scoop of steaming, creamy soup and I shuffle slowly around the table in silence with my fellow retreat participants. I...
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It’s only a story, but it’s a nice story. I used to hear it when I was a child from Matryona, my cook, who is still with me. It’s like this. Once upon a time there was a peasant woman and a very wicked woman she was. And she...
