All the time: Homeless and Hungry

A homeless man with no legs broke me of giving money to people on the street. I was new to Chicago, finishing my degree at Columbia College and trying to get my band “discovered” in the meantime. He stopped me on my way to class downtown and asked for some cash to stay at the YMCA. I did not have that much money. I had tokens to get the train to school and…

If you don’t worry

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  Can any one…

Listening Season: Nearly Political

Listening, in a loud election cycle When I formatted the subheading above, it was huge. Really huge. I dropped it down, one level, then another. I looked at it, took away the “bold” setting, then returned it again because I wanted to be sure it still stood out as a subheading but didn’t look as though I was yelling. It’s hard to tell on the internet, sometimes. Especially now, in the heat…

Mercy beyond the Pale

“Ever let mercy outweigh all else in you. Let our compassion be a mirror where we may see in ourselves that likeness and that true image which belong to the Divine nature and Divine essence. A heart hard and unmerciful will never be pure.” St. Isaac of Syria For a long time now I’ve looked over the landscape of the world, this country, this city from the safety of my small, cramped…

The Wilderness Journal: Quiet

When I was a kid, late at night I’d lie awake in my bed and stare out the window of my room, counting the stars, listening to the wind, thinking. I had words and songs and fears running through my head. I remember, lying there, saying to myself, “stop thinking! You have to sleep!” as if there was another person upstairs in my brain operating some controls, and they just needed me…

Under Construction: St Ephrem of Syria

I’m grateful today to point you to Sojourner’s once again to read my short essay on St. Ephrem, construction traffic and my muddled brain. Rest assured, I am taking my daily vitamin supplements that promise right there on the package that they aid in failing memory* All in all, it’s been a strange couple of weeks around here, what with the random illnesses that come with a change in the odd Chicago…

Flesh and Blood: Making Contact

It’s been a crazy month or two, what with the last, lingering vestiges of the school year for my kids, finishing the manuscript for Garden in the East, adopting a puppy (the most adorable puppy ever) and finally making contact, in real life, with cyber pals at the Ancient Faith Retreat this past weekend. It’s always nice to see people I know only online in real life, to put flesh to a Facebook…