Love in the Time of Covid-19

Dear Ones, Wow, it’s been far too long since I last wrote. I’m sorry to have been so absent. How’s everyone? Hanging in there in troubled times? Truth be told, I’ve been in a sort of self-imposed social distancing over the last year though it has nothing to do with Covid-19. I’ve always been ahead of the curve. Trendsetter. That’s me.   In all seriousness, though, I wanted to write today to…

Dormant

It’s hard to imagine moving house at nine months pregnant. I’ve never done it, though I’ve been pregnant and have moved house many times in my short lifetime. But to be traveling, well, fleeing really, and waiting for your first child to come, I cannot imagine it. I can remember moments, though, in which I was just hanging on, waiting, mustering courage and energy and hope to get to the next rest…

Fire

an excerpt from The Wilderness Journal: 365 Days with the Philokalia   Day 187 “In other words, the incensive power, although God-given as a weapon, or, a bow against evil thoughts, can be turned the other way and used to destroy good thoughts as well, for it destroys whatever it is directed against. I have seen a spirited dog destroying equally both wolves and sheep.” St Hesychios the Priest   Fire When…

Life, the Internet, and Everything…

Thunderstorms are my favorite thing. The crack of lightning, the rumble of thunder. Strong rain on my roof and me, warm in my bed, watching. Let me amend this to say that thunderstorms are my favorite thing when I am in a safe, warm, dry place. If I were camping, or stuck on the side of the road, or walking home from the bus stop, they might feel far more menacing, and…

The Wilderness Journal and the Face of God

So, imagine me packing furiously for this beautiful opportunity to speak at the (first ever) Ancient Faith Women’s Retreat when what does my friend, Melinda Johnson, who I like an awful lot, send me?   Boom.  I mean I know I wrote it. It took three years and a lot of puzzling over the first volume of the Philokalia, but to see even a photo of a stack of the book is…

Waking Anxious, Underwater

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Phil 4:6-7   I woke up feeling anxious. It happens like this sometimes. I go to bed feeling fine. I sleep well. I might even stumble around after waking for a few minutes,…