when you love the small
"I’ve never worked in kintsugi gold, but I’ve begun enjoying the other kinds of repairs that I do manage to do. Repairs feel like a form of care for the things that go with me through my days. On the bookshelf, a Joy of Cooking cookbook I inherited from my grandmother has its cracked spine reinforced with … Continue reading Handling the Holes Created by Loss
"Does the vividness of memory ever surprise you? It does me. I remember a day as a student when I joined some classmates in waving scarves of every color as we danced barefoot down the grey, marble-floored hallways of our seminary. A drummer walked with us, and a group of people followed. photo by Helen … Continue reading Beneath the Loss
I remember lying on my back, looking up through tree branches. Leaves crunched under me, and my new mountain bike lay on top of me. It was not a promising beginning. In fact, it was a broken rib. Painful as the injury felt, I actually found it a bit comforting. This fracture gave me a … Continue reading On Mountain Biking and Trying Again
"I feel like I've been doing a lot of waiting lately. Maybe you've felt something like that, too. For one thing, I'm waiting for the pandemic to end. I know I'm not alone in that. We're waiting for days when friends can gather without a second thought. We're waiting to get safely back to work … Continue reading Waiting is…
Words do things. They spur us to action. They make us smile and cry. Sometimes I have not always realized the power that words have. I found myself crying recently when I heard some words that in the past had brought me comfort. In the Hebrew Bible, there is a place where the author of … Continue reading Words Can Do Much Good
