The bard of Vermont, the late Frederick Buechner, changed the way I speak of living faithfully: If you keep your eyes peeled to it and your ...

Some know that by holding onto and trusting the small strands of synchronicity of these days, I am now serving a very part-time ministry as ...

There was a meme floating around FB a few days back that included this poem by Ganga White: What if our religion was each other?  If our pra...

My, my, it seems that I haven't posted HERE in nearly a month. That's what happens when family holiday plans change because of wack...

This week, while basking in the joy of being with family after the storms created an unexpected reunion for Christmas, I am thinking about b...

Over the weekend, the soul of Advent 2022 began to emerge for me: I was able to create a new type of Advent "wreath" with handma...

OMG is it quiet here! One of the many things I miss about living in the desert Southwest is access to silence. Within 10 minutes of our ol...

As the cold, grey morning quietly matures in our warm chalet in Bonsecours, Quebec, I'm sipping hot tea and looking backwards at my dec...