Recent Blogs

  • The Rushing of the River

    The Rushing of the River

    O, that you be quieted, my soul – Not with the words of the wiseNor with the arguments of kingsNot even by the sound of grand symphonies — But that your depth would find its peace In the deafening sound of the rushing river In the persistent call of the mother wren And in the… Read more

  • Of Billion Dollar Deals       and                                                  The Cost of Discipleship

    Of Billion Dollar Deals and The Cost of Discipleship

    What is a good deal for some, might not be for others. It all depends on the side of the table you occupy. When my husband’s employer of 23 years made the announcement last month that the company sold for billions of dollars, not everyone was excited. “This is the time to reinvent yourself,” said… Read more

  • Blue-Feathered Thoughts

    Blue-Feathered Thoughts

    Like the weathered branches Of the old pineMy thoughts swayHeavy. They bend and stray – Obedient to an unstable atmosphere,To chaos, to storm  A blue-feathered thoughtFlits in, takes a rests.Up and down he ridesOn the branch of the pine.Provisions are plenty Down here, where winds are the norm.  He calls me through squeaky gates. Invites me to gaze… Read more

  • Spared

    Spared

    I am not sure what spared the tree or why it was still standing. Maybe after a chainsaw had been laid against the trunk, the machine gave up its ghost. Maybe a wannabe tree-feller grew tired, after he whacked his unsharpened ax at the bark of the pine. Either way, the tree stuck out to… Read more

  • Rufmord

    Rufmord

    “Reputation-Murder” is the literal translation of the German word Rufmord. In German, the word gives a powerful picture of the intentional destruction of a name, the slanderous accusations with the intent to kill a person’s honor. Rufmord happens more often than you think, and when it does, the person’s integrity is difficult (if not impossible)… Read more

  • Humdudgeon

    Humdudgeon

    What happened? When did I grow old?My back it aches, my feet are coldMy money, hard-earned, I must sayBecomes my doctor’s monthly payDon’t get me started on the newsOr that I need new winter shoesMy coffee’s cold, my dog it shedsAwake all night I’m in my bedI saw on Facebook Susie flewWith her new hubs… Read more