All the Wonders

I sit down to write And no words come. I am tired, Discouraged, Overwhelmed by the never-ending Reports of disasters and tragedies....

I walk outside And look up at the tree in the front yard. Its branches are bare. Leaves, long shed, Were raked and carried To the...

The weather app said, “Dense fog advisory.” But up here on the ridge, the fog had begun to melt away. I looked out the kitchen window and...

I first met you on my daily walks at Kanuga while I was in my spiritual direction training with Haden Institute. You were over on the far...

I’m at the Haden Institute’s summer dream conference. Walking the lake trail, I found this fern in the process of unfurling. It inspired...

Help me be patient with myself During this metamorphosis. This shedding of what has been: Working Monday through Friday, Week after week,...

There is this part of me That, if it were not For the singing of the Wood Thrush, Would feel so hopeless. There is this part of me That,...

I walked a labyrinth On a hill By a lake Step by step I walked the path The journey uphill And down Every step Closer to the center Every...

Days run together And soon I don’t know ... Is it Wednesday or Saturday? We step through this disorienting, timelessness of social...

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

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...

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...

Hate, emboldened, Steps out of a closet, Packs a suitcase, And drives to Virginia. Hate, emboldened, Does not feel the need To cover up...

Yesterday we took a very special pilgrimage to ancient stones in the Glencolumkille village in County Donegal. The traditional name of...

We enter the gates Of Clonmacnoise. Ahead of us are Centuries of life in the Spirit. You have a choice, the leader says, Go in pilgrim or...

I found myself drawn back to the ruin of St. Ciarán's Church at Glendalough. St. Ciarán was the anam cara (soul friend) of St. Kevin. His...

Each day I see the legacy of hatred Written across my screen, Displayed in videos. It enters my car in voices on the radio. Fists raised...

I step outside the airport And greet the Oklahoma sky. Hello, sky. It's been a long time Since I stood under you And marveled at your...

Grief sneaks up on me, cunningly disguising itself so I can't see it coming. Or maybe I see through its costumes and just don't want to...