Here at the little yellow cottage, it’s hard not to dance our thanks: 1. English Premier League. Waking up to Tottenham and Queens Park Rangers instead of Saturday morning cartoons. 2. Milk, whey protein and blueberry smoothie with chia seeds for…
Kenosis was just like a sandbox, we decided in our theology class. I remember rubbing my forehead, trying to wrap my mind around a foreign Greek word. We searched for images we could comprehend and did what any self-respecting theology…
I’m surprised at how they jump in, at how they eagerly pick up scissors and sticks and build a memory together. Six cousins in one house waiting for Mama/Aunt Heather to come home with the new baby. They pick up…
The Feast Day 12: Can I please jump back into this 31 day exploration of learning to stay present? (a feast of the present moment) Thank you, thank you for your grace! As I write this, I’m about to be…
Have you ever had a schedule change that seemed to pull the rug right out from under you? But this time, instead of falling on my back, gasping for air, the schedule change forced me to see my priorities with…
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.” Henry David Thoreau The feast has been laid. The table set. The candles lit and He is here. The trees flame, the boughs…
I’m practicing 31 days of writing about Feasting on the Present Moment. You can find all of them on the Browse All Articles on the left. Join me for the Journey? Planet Earth, a 4D experience, the poster had read.…
When anxiety surges, all awareness is drawn like a magnet to that fear. Surroundings blur, breathing shallows and the whirring begins. I could walk through hours, days like that and barely feel the touch of that sweet toddler hand. …
They are finally, after 8 years of the beautiful chaos of young children, all happily ensconced at school! My three year old sat down at a puzzle in his new preschool room this morning, gave me a kiss and…
by Linda Andersen Blue bowl of sky hovers maternally, marshmallowed with gossamer clouds. Sunlight splashes: golden gems, gleeful, abandoned to joy. It’s a recipe for happiness in anyone’s book, yet my spirit is testy, pity-full, tired. “My strength…