water…

I need to work out more often and I need to drink more water every day. I can feel the cumulative effects of stress and aging on my body. I can feel the winter coming, the absence of moisture in my skin. I know I need to work out. I know I need to drink more water. In some moments I remember to do these things and I also make time to…

dress code…

It would be easier to just go back to being Catholic. That’s a known quantity. Why not just go back to being Catholic? It’s tempting. I won’t lie. I’m pretty sure all I’d have to do is catch up on my Easter Duty…go to confession, go to Mass. By Easter I’d be Catholic again. I already know all the words, the doctrine, the stand-sit-kneel combos. Why not just go back to being…

giant in the road…

I co-led a retreat this weekend. It’s a retreat that I developed and organized called The Wise Woman. I’ve been leading this a couple of times a year for the last 5 years and it has always been intense, difficult, rewarding and spiritually focusing for me. The retreats in Chicago are mainly driven by a friend of mine and I come in and do my “thing.” I read a lot of my…

Groundwork

The plumber came today. There’s water dripping from the shower into my kitchen so the landlord sent Constantine by to have a look. I was out at the time. Dave was here with the kids. When Constantine walked through the kitchen he stopped near my prayer corner. He said to Dave in his thick Greek accent, “Are you Greek?” Dave answered, a little confused, “no, Swedish.” Constantine persevered, “your wife?” “No, German…

tethered…

I was up late last night. At 3am I was washing the dishes and the countertops after the last guest left our housewarming. Everyone was asleep already and I was tired but awake. When I looked at the clock and saw it was 3am my first thought was, “that’s got to be wrong” and my second thought was, “I wonder if it’s daylight savings time.” I’d wanted to go to Liturgy in…

shopping…

I’m not shopping for a church. For me, church should not be a matter of shopping, I’m not buying anything here. I’m searching for a community, a tribe, a safe place, but I’m not shopping because I walk into these places with lots of baggage and no coin. As far as consumer purposes go, I come into church a beggar. I come in empty-handed. So I’m not “church shopping.” Lately, though, my…

kind…

Sometimes when it’s late at night like this and the house is quiet I can write. Not always and not often. Usually the screen gets blurry and I find my typing skills drop to naught, my spelling- atrocious and my sense of grammar leaves me completely. But every once in a while when it’s late at night and the house is quiet I can write and the writing is prayer. I suppose…