Sunday, April 21, 2013


driving through the Maryland hills, bursting in bright greens and flowering trees.

being surprisingly touched by the very real thing happening in the gathered body of the district board affirming me in a vocational call. for as much as i grouse about the church, it is still a place of deep beauty where - at our best - we attempt to make space for the Spirit to move amongst us. it happens.

the process of sermon writing: reading, studying, marinating, caring, loving, connecting. it's a long and sort of hard process, long before i sit down to type words in order on the page. the muses, the Spirit, the happens in spite of myself.

Saturday, April 20, 2013


spending the morning of a day off with a big mug of coffee at a cafe tucked away from the rush of suburbia - trains chugging through, butterflies flitting across sun-streaked roads, people chatting without hurry. deep breaths.

the redbud and forsythia bursting into bloom along every roadside. spring!

Rumi, and Kris Delmhorst's interpretation in song:

"Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study 
and begin reading.Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty of what we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

Monday, March 11, 2013


Receiving two delicious compliments in a single day: someone who knew her compared me in conversation to my favorite Brethren "saint," Anna Mow, and someone else said to me at the sanctuary door after worship, "The more I get to know you, the better I like you." What a lovely thing to say - I must remember it so I can compliment someone else with it.

Sitting on my patio listening to squirrels run through the brush behind me, feeling the weak spring sunshine trying valiantly to warm my face, watching bare tree branches cast their shifting shadows across the house as they wave in the March wind.

Our Lenten evening worship - candles, silence, conversation, art, and prayer. I was so into the contemplation last night that I totally neglected to click through the slides, forcing Jeff to both click AND strum guitar on the last hymn. Oops. It's just that good, y'all.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

spring is coming, i swear

Sitting down to write, looking up as the stream of words settles to realize two entire hours have passed...a somewhat rare & divine instance of forgetting myself.

A family of sparrows giving the birdhouse in the backyard the once-over, peeking inside and fluttering around the roof. Yes, friends, come be my neighbors!

Catching the award-winning movie Amour at the Cinema Arts theater down the road. An older couple deals with the wife's failing health - such a scrawny explanation for such a gigantic film. Good God, y'all. I was entranced from the opening scene

Thursday, January 10, 2013


voiced encouragement

grandparent emails and dad's movie suggestions

a weekly hour with a bunch of wound-up middle schoolers

simplicity: stories, shared.

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

3rd time's a charm

The storytelling that happens in my office: Apparently, when my favorite Brethren theologian Anna Mow was giving birth in India, she refused to take the traditional laxative during delivery. Unable to cross-culturally refuse outright, she prevailed upon her husband, Baxter, to swallow it in her place. He did. That's love.

Celebrating a long-anticipated process finally set in motion with Sara.

Cooking for friends, eating with friends, sharing space and vegetables and laughter with friends.

Tuesday, January 08, 2013


fresh-picked turnips and kale from a church member's garden and the adventure of figuring out how to fix 'em.

ice cream with a pair of polite and wide-eyed middle school brothers

the return of downton abbey