Remember that you are love

Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return. I look up from my place leading worship to see my kid the moment after the ashy cross is smudged across his forehead.  He is teenage-swaggery, a slight smile as he moves toward the table for bread and cup, so very alive, his youth making [...]

Some kiss we want

"Love that loves us, thank you." - Marina, "To The Wonder." "There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body." - Rumi   In our hallway is one of those whiteboard calendars, with day boxes and space for the month, little magnets and dry erase markers in [...]

On the bench under her pear tree

So often my mind returns to that place, a barn and pasture hidden up the winding roads in the hills of east Kentucky, out of sight from the main road. In those quick and unbidden glimpses of memory, the times when my mind goes there like a flashback to some earlier significant scene, it is [...]