Dandelion puffs and death

I picked a dandelion puff yesterday. The weed symbolizes randomness or meaninglessness or whatever... something fluffy. Not certain. Not solid. Not weighty. Today a hospice chaplain held my dying mother in law's hand and spoke dandelion puffs over her. It was supposed to be beautiful but in reality it was sad and angering. Here my... Continue Reading →

Why I need the Church

This morning I stood in my kitchen trying to force myself to think on what it means that Christ is risen when I'm angry with my son. I stood there waiting for the french press coffee to sit a minute before stirring, thinking, "Christ has risen. It's Easter, Sheila. That's what your entire faith rests... Continue Reading →

Accepting silence

Photo by Adil on Pexels.com I took a long walk with my German Shephard, Lukas, this evening. The sun is setting earlier. The sky glows with shades of orange and pink and the world seems to cover itself with a honey-kissed filter. I'm drawn out of the house easily on these fall evenings in the... Continue Reading →

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