There’s a cluster of things I feel holy about which are totally earthy and wholly temporary – except that they speak truths to me about immeasurable joy. Baking is on my short list. Granola making stirs up stories which waft through the kitchen like steaming cinnamon when ever I get out the wide spongeware bowl and reach for… Continue reading talking granola : food that speaks
Can we stain well with our words? If words are things, can the way I treasure my friend be a word-thing she carries on the camper that they’ll drive cross country, a story that will whisper to her heart when she wonders if her life left tracks? I hope so. I pray so. More than words can say.
I find it incredibly beautiful when my eyes fall on a paragraph that has not been announced as a prayer, but is one, and I am scooped up into it. Maybe there’s italics or a paragraph indent, so it’s not totally out of the blue. Still. Ho ho hold the phone, my soul says, this is prayer.
I’m a maker. Making is one of my favorite ways to relax, to pray, to bring things to life. I come by it honestly. I first learned to knit when my mother would let me cast on a project if she were working on one, but I remember more of her finished objects (FO’s for the… Continue reading #31daysoffrailty | MAKING