A Song of Good Friday Joy

asking us to open, to give rise to a song. – Elizabeth Howart in Mend and Hone I’m not sure how to open and sing today, Good Friday, when much is expected, a weightedness given to the day.  I don’t feel weighted.  For the first time in many, I feel...

Dance, Let Go, Write

So the weaker I get, the stronger I become – St. Paul Vigilantes of Love were playing at Jubilee. I was 19, a freshman in college, and I was dancing.  Alone. Right in front of the stage. I still have no memory of making a choice to get up and dance, but dance I...

Coaching Writers and Seizing Joy

I’ve been sitting here for a half an hour, staring out the window at the weeping cheering on our drive and the holly across the way at the Lohr farm.  I’m just sitting and staring . . . and feeling very, very full and content and whole in a way I have not...