Posts tagged "seasons"

Learning to Love the Work of Our Hands This Year

The new year approached through a haze of fairy lights, family noise, and Nyquil. It fought through mounds of wrapping paper. It curled past feverish bodies and thick knit blankets. It rose with the flames licking the brick in the fireplace. Everywhere I looked in my sniffling, sick state, the new year met me. When I tried to grasp it, hold it up to the light, and turn it over...

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What Worked In 2017

Wherever you live and whatever your political persuasions may be, I think we can all agree that our world held its moments of profound sadness in 2017. I have no great ideas for how big things can shift and change, but I leave 2017 convinced that we all have work to do in our communities and neighborhoods. We have people to love, we have walls that need to be rebuilt...

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A Feast For All Saints

A couple of weeks ago I took the kids to our favorite garden for fall photos. I've been doing this since they could walk. We have a history of images all taken in this familiar setting, chronologically recording their monumental growth. But it's not just any garden. It's a quiet garden, a memorial garden. A place where people can come to remember the saints who have died. We wander the...

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Trusting in the Work of Time

The woods are wild in the late German summer. Grass inches toward the road, creeps over the pavement, reaching for the concrete. Trees grow into each other from opposites sides of the road. Shades of green are everywhere. Deep, dark fir, jade vines, brighter chartreuse on bushes, celery-colored leaves. It looks overrun, like the gardener took a vacation and didn't have anyone to cut back the growth while he was...

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Back to Basics (Grilled Caprese Sandwiches)

I sent my baby to kindergarten this year, and I didn't shed a single tear. I dropped my son off to fend for himself, and nothing but eager anticipation left the building with me.  That's quite impressive for someone like me. Even the simplest, most expected changes have been known to throw me into a full-on sob fest. (Think night-before-the-new-semester break down in college. Every time.) I like routine. I...

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Something New: Seasons in Mothering (and a recipe to keep kids home)

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~George Santayana "Fall’s coming." My man-child climbs into the passenger seat next to me for after-school pick up, announces this with a wide smile. He doesn’t even say hello. "I went outside to warm up this morning because I was cold and it was colder outside!" I don’t respond...

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On Peace and Growing Older

I will be forty years old in less than sixty days. This is not sitting well with me.   I remember crying the year I turned thirty because I had four babies, a husband working two jobs and going to seminary, and an address far away from anyone who could show up and rescue me from my exhaustion. Life was not turning out how I had planned and I was...

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Recovering From Busy

Since cracking open Shelly Miller's book, Rhythms of Rest, I've been captivated by learning about the gift of Sabbath that I've been missing out on all my life. I've also been confronting my busyness. Why do I stay so busy? And why do I fake being busy when I'm not? Why do I resist rest? If I'm being honest, I'm so busy because a lot of times it's just easier that...

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The Table Of Suffering

She lost her baby that fall. It was early in the pregnancy, but there had already been celebrations and joy at the positive test. Then there was blood and aching and sorrows that sliced them open. Our baby came two months later, the little girl we were planning to adopt. And it was too early. Way too early. I sat in a NICU holding her impossibly small hand and praying...

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How To Find the Spirit of Sabbath on Summer Vacation

“I think we need to cancel our summer vacation,” I said to H, surprised by what I heard myself saying. Saturday arrived without fanfare and we missed the morning hours by sleeping through them. Sipping coffee and reading from a warm spot in bed, he looks up at me, makes eye contact and replies with words that bring relief. “I agree.” We’d been planning to tick boxes off on a...

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