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,…

Sick and Tired

I’m on day eight of this cold. All the research I’ve done online assures me that I’m in the home stretch here but honestly, I still feel like a snotty bag of gross that has been decomposing on my couch for the last seven days. Hot showers, steam, essential oils, vitamins, water, “severe” cold medicine…yes, I have tried it. I think this cold demonstrates beautifully my “throw it at the wall and…

Holy Wednesday: Oil and Air

O Lord who, in thy mercies and bounties, healest the disorders of our souls and bodies, do Thou, the same Master, sanctify this Oil, that it may be effectual for those who shall be anointed therewith, unto healing, and unto relief from every passion, every malady of the flesh and of the spirit, and every ill; and that therein may be glorified Thy most Holy Name, of the Father, and of the…

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 1: Rules

It’s not cheating to post an excerpt of my book for this first post of the Advent blogging challenge. It’s not. That being said, I promise I won’t just post excerpts of the book every day for 30 (or 40) days. I will actually wring new words from my overworked brain for you, my lovely readers. 😉 This bit of Nearly Orthodox comes from a chapter called, “Just Add Water” and while…

Day Fifteen: Avarice (love of money)

“And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: There must be more money! There must be more money! The children could hear it all the time though nobody said it aloud. They heard it at Christmas, when the expensive and splendid toys filled the nursery. Behind the shining modern rocking-horse, behind the smart doll’s house, a voice would start whispering: “There must be more money! There must be…

falling asleep…

The week begins the fast of the Dormition of the the Theotokos. I confess, my track record historically with keeping the fast, this or any other, has been sketchy at best. It’s less an intentional slight and more a lapse in memory. I just cannot seem to keep my focus long enough to remember to abstain. It’s a habit I hope I’ll grow into over time, that’s the plan anyhow. Rather than…