Day 27: Wool

And now a group of random thoughts on today’s topic. The best socks I own are a rich, thick wool. They are orange with brown reinforcement at the heel and toe. They are fuzzy and snuggly and perfect in every way. I love those socks. I love them a whole lot. I’ve always had cold feet. I remember sleeping over at a friend’s house and her remarking about my habit of wearing…

Day 25: Swimming

An excerpt from “Nearly Orthodox: On being a modern woman in an ancient tradition” Chapter 2 Just add Water (on baptism) Water is very forgiving. Everything lifts in water. —Sarah McLachlan When I was under the water I could hear voices. Western Hills High School had a pool, and swim lessons were free. I was six years old, waiting in the water in the back of the group, and I was bouncing.…

Day 24: Light

Light of Light, True God of True God, Begotten, not made; of one essence with the Father, by whom all things were made I like the talk of “essence” though I’ll admit that it reminds me of the film, “The Dark Crystal.” I saw it as a kid and my foggy memory has blotted out some of the finer points but I do remember that we expected more of a “Muppets” vibe…

Day 23: Blogger’s choice (again…)

Choices can be good. I like having choices. The only trouble is that some days it feels as though there are no choices. It’s all Coke or Pepsi. It’s the illusion of choice. It’s all caramel coloring and high fructose corn syrup dressed up in a different bottle, color scheme and marketing package. Now, choosing between tofu and cupcakes? That’s a choice. I don’t like tofu but I ate it anyway on…

Day 21: Soil

This essay first appeared on Ruminate Magazine’s blog. Adventures in Extreme Gardening About a half hour into putting some tender green basil plants into the brand new, waist-high, raised-bed planter on my patio, I felt pretty good. I am notorious for my ability to kill plants despite my best efforts.  This will be my year, I thought to myself. I sifted the cool soil through my fingers, digging out a deep hole…

Day 20: Trees

    The best kind of trees I can imagine right now are the ones pictured above in the chapel of my patron saint, Theodora of Vasta. The trees grew up, in, through and around the walls of the chapel. It is said that this is spot upon which Theodora gave her life fighting for her village. In some stories she is disguised as a man. The stories shift of course over…

Day 19: Cloak

Just then a woman who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak. Matthew 9:20 The word, “cloak” always brings me back to this story in the bible, this story about the bleeding woman who touches the cloak of Jesus. She believes in the healing. She wants it. She needs it. When I was on the road to chrismation there were…