Why is it that when I put my hands in the dirt I feel better? What is it about mud and worms and soil under my nails that grounds me? Why do I love weeding by hand - pulling out unruly dandelions and clover - to create what feels like a bit of order in […]

Down near the bottom of the crossed-out list of things you have to do today, between "green thread" and "broccoli," you find that you have penciled "sunlight." Resting on the page, the word is beautiful. It touches you as if you had a friend and sunlight were a present sent from someplace distant as this […]

This is a strange new world we are living in. A world of distance and a world of deep connection with all humanity. A world of fear and a world of hope. A world of confusion and a world being deluged with facts and pseudo facts. A world of silence and a world of "sound […]

When I don't have words to pray, I turn to the Psalms. Though the ancient words don't always hit home, and though King David's requests that his mortal enemies be smashed to bits don't feel very Christlike to me, the poetry strikes a chord in my soul. And there are moments when a section or […]

There are moments in life when a person realizes that what they are experiencing might just be one of the reasons they exist on this earth. This day was one of those moments for me.

A brief thought or poem for the weekend, friends ... We're only here for a minute. We're here for a little window. And to use that time to catch and share shards of light and laughter and grace seems to me the great story. (Brian Doyle, 1956-2017)