I ran across my baby book while packing in March. I stopped and opened it. Held it close and listened to my mom’s 22-year-old voice. Her intimate musings about her first child’s firsts accessed me through the quiet darkness of the holy completion of her life 55 years later. I read, again, the entry about my first prayer. Now I lay … Continue reading holy arc
I turned the keys of my home of the last 10 years in Minneapolis over to new owners on April 1, 2016. That morning I got in my car to drive to the closing and it flashed a message. “Steering column locked. Call Saab.” I called Saab, scheduled a tow for later that day and … Continue reading homecoming
Here in our devastating brokenness — emptied of every ounce of our own power to change what is now our reality here in this world — we feel a power surging forth and we know we are not the source of this power.
This painting, titled “center,” came at a time when I was contemplating what it means to hold center in the midst of chaos.