Neighbors Where I’m from, people still wave to each other, and if someone doesn’t, you might say of her, She wouldn’t wave at you to save he...

My morning poem/prayer prompt: We turned into the drive, and gravel flew up from the tires like sparks from a fire. So much to be done—the u...

My Morning poem/prayer prompt: I want to tell you that the world is still beautiful. I tell you that despite children raped on city str...

My morning poem/ prayer prompt “What the Heart Cannot Forget" Everything remembers something. The rock, its fiery bed, cooling and...

How listen is the same as silent, and not one letter separates stained from sainted.

My morning poem/prayer prompt: A Spiritual Journey And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but on...

My morning poem/prayer prompt: If I don’t watch it, this lake is vodka and I won’t care I don’t know how to swim. Getting sober is like ...

Safe in the love of one who’ll never part, Of one whose kindness is itself a shield Who understands the deep things of my heart Better t...

Till troubles cease and only joys remain Take refuge in the shelter of his love Who hears your call and feels with you your pain Wh...

My morning poem/prayer prompt: Invisible Work Because no one could ever praise me enough, because I don't mean these poems only but...

My morning poem❤️prayer prompt: Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End? There are things you can’t reach.  But you can reach ...

My garden is sown with sentiment; Bearded Iris’ for my Grandma Effie, hydrangeas from Jessica that bloom wondrously every Mother’s Day, Sha...

Pandemic What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath— the most sacred of times? Cease from travel. Cease from bu...

T H A N K ❤️ Y O U  to our healthcare heroes and all essential workers helping us through this pandemic!    Chalk art: ...

She thought he was the gardener, but then he called her name, and she recognized the Lord. How often Christ, the gardener whom I do not rec...

And where is Jesus, this strange Easter day? Not lost in our locked churches, anymore Than he was sealed in that dark sepulchre. The ...

“ A waiting person is a patient person. The word ‘patience’ means the willingness to stay where we are and live the situation out to th...

Sister Nina and Hard Boiled Eggs This is a Good Friday like no other. We are all Sheltering at home to stop the spread of Covid19. We h...

How mothers and fathers carry the weight of their children not only in their arms and how children once young carry the weight of their pare...

In the afternoons, in the almost empty fields, I hum the hymns I used to sing in church. They could not tame me, so they would not ke...

Just a couple of weeks ago, I stood in this place - the Chapel of the Ascension on the peak of the Mount of Olives - caught off guard with g...

I planned to keep a journal.  I thought I would write each day about the one thing that stood out, that shone brightest with beauty or insi...

I called my mom on my birthday, asked her if she remembered just what she was doing 60 years ago today.  Oh we shared some good laughs, and ...

Come let us watch the sun go down and walk in twilight through the orchard's green. Does it not seem as if we had for long  co...

Because no one could ever praise me enough, because I don't mean these poems only but the unseen unbelievable effort it take...

Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill— more of each than you have— inspi...

and it feels like a homecoming...it feels like this... When my nineteen-year-old son turns on the kitchen tap and leans down over the si...

The ordinary and proper response to our world is to turn on the radio, open the newspaper, go to another movie, talk to more people, or to ...

Coffee in one hand leaning in to share, listen: How I talk to God. “Momma, you’re special.” Three-year-old touches my cheek. How Go...

I cannot think unless I have been thought, Nor can I speak unless I have been spoken. I cannot teach except as I am taught, Or break ...

It could be as simple as using a good paring knife and singing, as you peel the apple from top to bottom, then kissin...

So many memories of Christmas Eve...Roger proposed to me right before midnight mass 40 years ago, and then we went in to St Mary's where...

Blessed are you who bear the light in unbearable times, who testify to its endurance amid the unendurable, who bear witness ...

So, it's been a rough six months (you may have noticed I have been mostly absent from these pages) with losses and heartache of all kind...