We're coming home in the dark last night from a little country fall fair. And in the thick black on the other side of the window, I find words for things never seen in the glare of day. Only vaguely, uncomfortably felt. ~ That this scratching the curve of a heart, out here in an online space, often breaks mine. ~That I don't know how to walk the tensions of blogging, this public forum... (How ...

In a novel by Vladimir Nabokov, one of the characters quietly watches an elderly street woman sip a cup of coffee given to her and in that moment becomes..."aware of the world's tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation; and I realized that joy... breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic ...

It’s the end of summer. Kids gather to ring the last of ice cream carts and campfires, laze at the end of pond docks.And mothers, like breaking up through the surface of it all, breathe deeply, expanding lungs again with the stuff of living. Emerging from the murky depths, we tread water for a bit, getting our bearings: what landmarks have been passed and which lie ahead, where has one been and where is one ...

As we prepare for a new season of learning... (Possible links for our Morning Gathering... )Links to daily feed a brain, regardless of age...Everyday to savor Scripture... a new morsel of art... time in prayer for a different people group... tasting a new poem, a new word... considering a new bird, a new plant... chewing on what has happened on this globe in the last twenty-four hours... filling on music...Just a few moments every day. ...