(For Mary Ruth Coffman, 1927 - 2000)   You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. - Psalm 139:13b-14a   God, who flung the far galaxies Who spangled the skies with stars, God, who pushed up the mountains, And hollowed out the oceans, God, who created 150 billion plus galaxies. You sit in a sewing rocker,    Needles clicking,    Gently rocking,    Humming a lullaby of creation. God of the Universe, You are knitting life, Ten

Helen leading morning prayer at our last session of Academy #42 Dear Helen, We were supposed to meet today. "Helen. 3:00 p.m., Zoom."...

For those who are afraid ... to leave their homes, to send their children to school, to read the news for fear of what they will find.

SoulCollage® card of mom / Community Suit* Mom would have been 90 years old today. She left us in 1983 -- so long ago! As I think of the...

Thanksgiving for Ruth Duck* Thank you, Ruth Duck, for pouring beauty into the world, into our hearts. You have been a gift to us and a...

Around this time 40 years ago (May of 1984), the General Conference of The United Methodist Church was meeting in Baltimore, MD. On the...

I'm thinking today of St. Patrick and the holy pilgrimage I took several years ago to Ireland. The stained glass window above is in Saul...

draft of Weavings Logo, 1985 Ever since I did my stint cleaning out boxes and files in the basement of The Upper Room, I’ve been...

I remember you, Grandpa Tom. Resilience forged in World Wars and dust bowls. Kindness shaped by love and generosity. Faith cultivated in...

I woke up this morning to a world without you. You were my bright morning star and confidante. Cheerleader and librarian. Theologian and...

I have been content to be here in the mountains. Watching, walking, writing. What a gift to get away, to hold solitude. To sleep and wake...

Last night I dreamed of Jack. He was lost, but I knew he had Crossed the road And gone into the woods. I walked into the forest And climbed to the top of a pine tree. There was a nest there, Rocking like a cradle In the gentle breeze. The trees showed me the nest And told me he was safe, Gently rocked, Held close. When I got back to the ground I could see, far off, a circle of dancing women. White flowing dresses, Radiant warm light bathing them from above, Their arms swayed

Since he passed away on Monday, I’ve been thinking with gratitude about the many ways that Don Beisswenger shaped my life. I moved to...

I’m grateful to Rabbi David Horowitz, Academy faculty presenter this week. He taught us the Kaddish, the prayer prayed to the Holy One on...

As soon as we laid eyes on you
 Our hearts rushed in, unprotected,
 Held captive by you
 With your bright, smiling eyes. Even with your...

I came home today and Started looking through boxes of photographs. I was looking for the photo of you and me At the United Methodist...

I pulled this blessing out of my book. I'm needing it today on this anniversary of my dad's death. Bless all who mourn today. You sit in...

On the Ireland Pilgrimage in July, 2017, we visited the ruins of the monastic community of Glendalough. There in the 6th and 7th century,...

You went out to walk your dog, A giant, beautiful puppy, Who wiggled in ways only puppies could. I called out to you,"Can I bless your...

Probably the most fun I've ever had at work ... Blessing the animals on St. Francis Day (October 4). We gathered on the lawn in front of...