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February 17, 2018
Saturday, February 17, 2018
It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water. Barbara Kingsolver I’m on my way home, weary and spent, thinking about a botanical garden not far from where we lived in Washington State and wishing I could go there. There would be no snow and, while it might be
February 16, 2018
Sehnsucht
We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes . . . Madeline L’Engle, The
February 15, 2018
Thursday, February 15, 2017
Even though February was the shortest month of the year, sometimes it seemed like the longest. J.D. Robb We’re barely past the middle of this short-month-that-feels-so-long and I’m done with it. The days are noticeably longer, and we’ve had a smattering of sunny days to keep the winter blahs at bay but, the longing for
February 14, 2018
Wednesday, February 14, 2018
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us. Augustine So, too, does God speak to us in a manner uniquely suited to us. Through the Word, yes, but also intimately in the night seasons, through music and art, in the way of the garden, through the words of another, in
February 13, 2018
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith – the substance of things hoped for. Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne’s House
February 12, 2018
Monday, February 12, 2018
Thou oughtest in every deed and thought so to order thyself, as if thou wert to die this day. Thomas Kempis There is the most brilliant red sunrise this morning. It might be the last I ever see; or I may take pleasure in hundreds more. It’s not for me to know the future so,
February 11, 2018
Sunday, February 11, 2018
Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surround us or we light a candle to see by. Madeline L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet And so, we choose. We know the candle is the better choice but sometimes we struggle to find a match with which to
February 10, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting. Nathaniel Hawthorne It starts to feel like it has always been grey. Then one morning, like this one, the day dawns clear with the promise of sunshine. And it is well.
When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening. Madeline L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art I can’t get the words out of my mind: a comment left here by Linda Wisniewski in which she used the term
The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and a
