February

February is my favorite month, but it hasn’t always been that way.  In the last few years, I’ve noticed that I like December far less than I had before and that by September, I feel a decided shift toward negativity.  Today I looked at the recently picked tulips scattered around my home curated in their vases, noticed... Continue Reading →

Theology of the Red Pants

Whenever my mother took me clothes shopping as an adult, for my birthday or Christmas, she’d watch me head straight for the neutrals and slowly shake her head.  She lifted up the versions of the sweater or the jacket that I had picked, but these were red, purple, yellow, or green and she’d implore me to just... Continue Reading →

Pivot

We are almost to the one-year anniversary of the time when everything changed.  And there’s not a date we can look to, specifically, but there is a feeling we can name when we increasingly understood that something big was happening at this time last year.  Maybe it was when you or your dear ones had to... Continue Reading →

Mantle – 2021

Each year between Christmas and New Year’s, I lean in close to discover my word for the year ahead. Last year a scripture caught hold of me hard and I thought for sure that my word was embedded within it.  It was Isaiah 43:19, and I scribbled it on an index card and affixed it to... Continue Reading →

Puddles

I was praying for a particular person recently and felt an image of a bucket of light being poured out at their feet like paint from a can.  The light spread like paint, slowly, into a puddle and it was just enough to step in, just enough to give direction but not nearly enough for a... Continue Reading →

Plant

Last Sunday, we gathered in the early morning with some friends who have not returned to our Catholic chapel community since March.  We brought chairs and spread them out physically distanced across our sweet friends’ big backyard on a beautiful Sunday morning.  We sat in masks, made the sign of the cross, sang, practiced Lectio Divina, prayed... Continue Reading →

Raised

Have you ever heard someone say they were “raised Catholic?” or were you raised Catholic yourself?  Me too.  There’s a lot of us, “raised” from birth as “cradle Catholics”.  Strangely, you hear these descriptors far less among people of other faiths.  I don’t often hear about people who were “raised“ Jewish, or of “cradle” Protestant Christians or Muslims.  The idea... Continue Reading →

Lost, Kept, Found

I woke up this morning really missing my pre-COVID life, specifically teaching early childhood music in person in classrooms with real human kiddos.  I’m working hard at making remote classes work in some of my usual settings, but as of now there are three schools plus a children’s museum for which my connection has been totally... Continue Reading →

More

Hey there, Catholic friend, I see you. You were brought up with CCD and necco wafer communion and mass.  You gave up candy for Lent, ate fish sticks on Fridays, and know the meaning of a Holy Day of Obligation (get thyself to church).  Your grandmother or some other sweet church lady used to pray the rosary... Continue Reading →

Yolk

I’ve had a few doors closed on me lately.  If I’m honest, it’s more than a few, and it’s caused me to look out for new ones: new doors, new windows, new possibilities.  I’m training my eyes up and out to see if I can recover the plan, if there is such a thing, and I’ve had... Continue Reading →

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