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

Remembering my saints this weekend. On All Saints' Day, it is not just the saints of the church that we should remember in our prayers,...

Dear Jack, A year ago today we celebrated your 8th birthday, but you were not feeling well. A year ago tomorrow, you crossed the Rainbow Bridge and our hearts were broken. We still miss you … the click-click-click of your feet on the floor. Your giant bark that let us know we were not keeping up our part of the household agreement. We even miss the trail of water your beard left on the floor after you got a drink. And … you are still here in so many ways. When your Book of Bl

I have the honor to serve as worship leader for our Upper Room Two-Year Academy for Spiritual Formation retreat in Alabama. I plan and...

Dear Diary, The squirrels are keeping a Squirrel Nursery on My Deck. There are three baby squirrels eating the bird food. My job is to chase them away. I am Very Busy in my job. I watch out the window and I watch out of the dog door. When I Run Out and Bark, they go away. For a few minutes. This job is hard work. Mom says I am a Good Dog. Until next time, Arya

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...

This morning I saw wildflowers blooming, Rooted in the cleft of a rock. Petals waved like Delicate violet water spouts. How can it be?...

Bless this party, full of fun. And bless to me these friends. Bless this beautiful Spring day, And bless to me the sounds of laughter, of bird songs. Bless these snacks of cookies and lemonade, And bless to me the bags of dog treats. Bless these people gathering in celebration. And bless to me their love of dogs, of cats, Of creatures with which they share their lives. Bless our Jack, who still brings joy to the world. And bless to me his wee book of Celtic poems. Bless to me

Be here. Now. In this place. Breathe in presence. Breathe out distraction. Listen deeply to Others, Self, Spirit. This is Holy Ground.

I hear the sound of breaking hearts. Tender, young hearts, open and hopeful, Facing betrayal from the church which formed them. Scarred,...

Loving God, Guard our hearts. Pray this prayer for those whose hearts are open, innocent, hopeful, vulnerable. As you inhale, pray...

By the rivers of Babylon -- there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion. On the willows there we hung up our harps. For...

It was you who formed my inward parts; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. -...

A few days ago I held a baby in my arms. I felt my heart shaped and molded into a vessel of love and compassion. I imagined the birth of...

I've loved Advent as long as I can remember. And running across this photo of me, face to face with the Nativity set let me see the gift...

Dear Diary, There are some Very Strange Things going on in the neighborhood. We were on a Walk and Mom said I should Sit. I Sat and those big dogs were Staring at me. Mom said I could Help Pull Santa’s Sleigh. I asked if there would be Treats. Mom just laughed. There is a Visitor at our house. He is a Hooman from Ohio. He throws my toys and gives me Treats. I like him. Until next time. Love, Arya

I'm sitting here reading about the world's latest craziness. (What is going to happen next?!?) And I'm wondering where those the nice...

Count down The days One by one. Each day holds One thing To remember. Each day Whispers, "Love." This Advent piece was made by Nashville...

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...