The Charlatan’s Boy.

You know how there is that one book on your shelf that has been there a long time but, for one reason or another, you just haven’t read yet? And then one day you actually do pick it up and start reading and it’s suddenly clear that RIGHT NOW is the time that was pre-ordained … Continue reading

Sister Monica Joan.

I’ve enjoyed watching the first few seasons of “Call the Midwife” on PBS, once it reaches here from across the sea in England. I recently picked up the memoir that this midwives-in-1950s-East-End TV show is based on. It’s decidedly more gritty and dark and matter-of-fact than the TV adaptation is, but most of the same … Continue reading

When It Don’t Come Easy.

Red lights are flashing on the highway I wonder if we’re gonna ever get home I wonder if we’re gonna ever get home tonight Everywhere the waters getting rough Your best intentions may not be enough I wonder if we’re gonna ever get home tonight But if you break down, I’ll drive out and find … Continue reading

Hold Fast.

From Hold Fast, by Blue Balliett. (Scholastic, 2013). ***************** Dashel Pearl offered words to his kids from the day they were born. A man who loved language almost as much as color or taste or air, he explained to his daughter, Early, that words are everywhere and for everyone. “They’re for choosing, admiring, keeping, giving. … Continue reading

Kate DiCamillo. WHAT.

I read this today in Kate DiCamillo’s The Tiger Rising (2001). Willie May uncurled her fist and showed Sistine the wooden bird that Rob had carved. “Oh,” said Sistine. And Rob realized then why he liked Sistine so much. He liked her because when she saw something beautiful, the sound of her voice changed. All … Continue reading

Buechner.

Today’s passage in Listening to Your Life: Daily Meditations with Frederick Buechner (HarperCollins, 2008) is from his novel Godric, and it’s lovely. (The ghost of St. Cuthbert is talking with Godric; Glythwin is a rabbit.) “THE NIGHT I DIED, they waved lit torches to and fro from that high ledge behind you there to tell my … Continue reading

Christmasy.

Tis the season…for beautiful PJ Lynch illustrations. Some of my most favorite Christmas stories have been vividly brought to life by this man’s paintbrush. I love looking at them when the snow is falling and carols are playing in the background. “The brightness of the shops where holly sprigs and berries crackled in the lamp … Continue reading

Picasso.

I read this quote from one of Picasso’s letters in a friend’s blog post today. I haven’t thought about it too deeply…but I think I like it. “And then, I understood what painting really meant. It’s not an aesthetic process; it’s a form of magic that interposes itself between us and the hostile universe, a … Continue reading

On Hutchmoot and grace.

Last weekend I made the trek to one of my favorite “loved words” places, the annual gathering of delightful people of the Rabbit Room which is known as Hutchmoot. Confession time. Ready? Here it is: Hutchmoot was not 100% super fun for me this year. In previous years, the weekend has been a sweet time … Continue reading

Foster.

My small group is reading through Celebration of Discipline by Richard Foster this summer. This little bit from the chapter on the discipline of service struck me this week. I’m so thankful for the people in my life and how they bring the Word of the Lord to me. “Finally, there is the service of … Continue reading