Cultivating curiosity in the garden and my heart

Cultivating curiosity in the garden and my heart

Photo Credit: Maryanne Reed Curiosity is not my first response. The little voice is so imploring: “Is there just one more packet of seeds in this drawer, Mommy? I just need to plant one more packet of seeds.” I am making dinner, on a timeline, and the combination of...
Joy is actually dangerous, and I need to do it anyway

Joy is actually dangerous, and I need to do it anyway

Joy is an Easter feeling and a virtue in my faith tradition. For reasons fairly obvious to me, it is not the leading line in any description anyone would ever write about me. After all the fasting and sacrifice of Lent, I am worn out before the fifty days of Easter...
Hair and holy Saturday and the hole in my heart…

Hair and holy Saturday and the hole in my heart…

I got my hair cut this week. My hair lay on the floor and I remembered how long it has been since a haircut was drastic enough to not recognize my reflection. Abbie’s hair rarely stayed the same from one month to the next. The memory made me smile. And then, the next...
Allowing God to heal us…

Allowing God to heal us…

Photo Credit: Fr. Darryl Millette Healing was not the invitation I was expecting when I showed up at church several weeks ago. I arrived focused on the harsh words and tone I had exacted on my family in the days before. I want so badly to be kind and patient, loving...