Dogwood tree in the fall As I walked the dogs on the first morning of fall, I felt a cool breeze on my cheek. When I looked up, I saw the...

Innisfree, 1950s One of the treasures of the Colorado cabin is a log that was started by our parents to record the activities of each...

I don’t remember when I first fell in love with the wildflower called Shooting Star (Primula sect. Dodecatheon). Back in the late 70s, my...

We Have No Words We have no words To express the depths of our grief, Our sorrow, our outrage, our despair. Lord, have mercy. Christ,...

SoulCollage, 5/21/21, Beth A. Richardson God makes wars cease to the ends of the earth. ... God breaks the bow and shatters the spear;...

This weekend was "The Great Backyard Bird Count." I pulled out my binoculars, bird book, and piece of paper to write down all the birds I...

"For everything there is a season." -Ecclesiastes 3:1, NRSV I'm excited to announce that I'll be retiring from The Upper Room at the end...

This year, may we be kind. May we be brave. May we be resilient. May we listen More than we talk. May we give More than we take. May we...

As we look back on the past year and forward to the new, I'm grateful for all of you -- those I have met and those I haveyet to meet. As...

Thirty five years ago today - December 1, 1986 - I started my dream job at The Upper Room. And, thirty five years later, I am still...

Picture of an Advent wreath It's about time to order your Advent candles and choose your Advent spiritual practices. I offer several...

Birds These mornings, when the world seems so broken, I skip the news and social media. Instead, I go outside and contemplate the sky ......

Who can pass it by? A tree loaded with fresh fruit. Poor Eve. Not a chance.

Each morning and evening The dog and I walk together Up or down the road. We startle a rabbit Somewhere along the way. The rabbit bounds...

Let the noises fall away The chaos and clatter in my ears my brain my heart All this hubbub in my mind This turmoil in my spirit Let it...

When I wake up in the middle of the night Weighed down by news of illness, hate or war Let my worries be prayer That beloved one in the...

We are invited simply to be with God. ... Crawling up in the lap of Love, resting our head against Love’s breast, and taking comfort in...

"I never aspired to write a book for the Lenten season. I have always been so much more attracted to the softness of the season of...

I brought home my last load from the office on Wednesday and am starting to unpack and get things situated here at home. Plastic Jesus is...

So many people have lost so much this year. I've been fortunate in many ways. I have kept my job. I've not lost any friends or family to...