Shins

"Earth is so thick with divine possibility that it is a wonder we can walk anywhere without cracking our shins on altars."~ Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World I've been sick and miserable for a week and a half. Before we get started, let me just state that this is my first cold/flu/viral... Continue Reading →

Casualties

I lopped off the tip of my thumb the other day. Thursday. It was a week. No, I didn't take off a big ol' steak of flesh, like the kid did with that deli meat slicer last year, or have a green foam/fungus bandage applied by the finger authorities to stimulate new growth to bring... Continue Reading →

Plagues

I’ve been sick for three weeks. I can’t say that I’m happy about it. Now, it’s nothing life-threatening, like COVID (I tested. Twice.), or chicken pox (Eek!); it’s just a cold. And truly, it’s not even that bad. But it is sick, and that is something that I haven’t been in a while. Cue the... Continue Reading →

Dog in my soup

Unbelievably, I started feeling a tickle in the back of my throat On The Way Home from my retreat. It wasn’t enough that my windshield wipers revolted and the roads were horrendous and I was all tense like someone who hadn’t driven in a week was cast out into a blizzard—oh, wait—and then I had... Continue Reading →

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