What the Farm Has Taught Me about Sabbath

Last night, some of our favorite people in the world joined us for our God’s Whisper tradition of a potluck and a bonfire.  We ate and talked and watched embers glow as the sun set. Then, Henry and Dylan (age 8) began playing whiffle ball.  Dan and Philip and...

Why I Love Writing Rituals

It took me 6 matches, but I finally got the sage soy candle (sale at Target – yes!) on my desk lit this morning.  The humidity in the former summer kitchen that is my office is rather high, given all our rain, and the matches just weren’t loving the...

Farms and Flashlights Stories

Past the garden and orchard, across the pasture, I can see just the top corner of the Lohr farmhouse.  A chimney, a tin roof, the upper quarter of a second-story window.  If I was in a a certain sort of mood, I might think of hauntings where movie families take up...