Season of Anticipation

Welcome, November! A season of change and anticipation. Here in Colorado we can see “every season in every season.” A sudden chill may hit and bring snow in October or November. Then back to 60 and 70 degree sunny days. But no matter where you live, change is in the air. As we anticipate upcoming…

An Autumn Walk

Autumn Walk Along the Poudre River Trail I go down by the river in autumn breeze that quakes gold leaves on craggy trees and skitters dry ones at my feet. The chill breeze hints of snowy peaks, lifts cricket songs, soars hawks on high, sails wispy clouds across clear-blue sky. I see Kingfisher, Yellow-legs, bright…

Realistic Poetry Review: Remembering Softly

The glory, sorrow and unquestionable beauty of life are encapsulated in Catherine Lawton’s Remembering Softly. Lawton’s prose gently captures, like coaxing a firefly into the palm, the indescribable joy of simply seeing nature and the world in action. Sure, there are vile things out there, but there are precious things which overcome them and are…

After the Storm: Creation Heals

  It seems God created this world with the capacity for healing built into it. I remember Kiki, my pediatrician friend, saying that she almost enjoyed it when she got a cut or other minor injury on a finger, because watching it heal was such a wonder. I took this statement from Kiki with a…

Life As a Journey

“Does the road wind up-hill all the way?” “Yes, to the very end.” “Does the day’s long journey take the whole long day?” “From morn to night, my friend.” This poem by Christina Rossetti has often given me encouragement to keep stepping onward and upward on my own life’s journey. Just recently, Rossetti’s poem came…

A Tale of Two Creeks

What stories these creeks could—and do—tell: of community…of clashing and contrasting worldviews, lifestyles, and civilizations…of promises and lies, of seeking and finding, of celebrating and mourning. A tale of two creeks, two stories of the land, the people, the times—reminding us that God is with us, working in seen and unseen ways to bring good out of rocks and ruins. Even though the Waters of Life seem at times to flow only in a trickle, or hidden underground, they will never stop until the day finally comes when all things are made new.

This Wide and Wonderful Land Needs a Rebirth of Soul

The voices of immigrants, who continue to choose to come to “America the Beautiful” to seek life and opportunity and freedom, are voices we need to hear and heed, if we want to “trade our hubris for humility.” Listen, then, to the voice and the words of Scottish immigrant Alice Scott-Ferguson.

Hunting for Agates on the Beach

We look down on Agate Beach before descending the steep, winding trail at Patrick’s Point in Northern California. On the pebbly-sand beach as the fog clears and tide ebbs. Larry searches for agates in the sand. One of my happy places, finding semi-precious, polished-by-the-waves agates glowing in the sand. See any agates among these pebbles?…

He Restores My Soul

What a gift I brought home with me from the grassland, that vast, abundant solitude. The sense of attunement and restoration has stayed with me.

Grace to Mothers and Fathers Grieving Aborted Babies

Mother’s Day is painful for many people, for the bereaved, the childless, and those who suffer from post-abortion grief. Not long so, my husband and I visited a friend in his home. Though he’s been married more than once, he has no children. Speaking of that fact, he got a little misty-eyed. Then he pointed…