Unfinished Symphony
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Tag: spirituality
Working hands, busy mind
I cleaned my stove tonight. I cleaned it because I clean it once a week. Yep. Every Wednesday night, it’s stove-cleaning time. Isn’t it beautiful? I love me a bright, shiny stove! Um… well… Now, if you know me at all, you’re laughing, because…
Back-to-Something-Else
For the first time in 21 years, neither one of our daughters are going back-to-school. Both are college graduates. Both are making inroads on the job market. Both are strong, lively, caring young women. But there’s no “Back-to-School” this year. It’s now “Back-to-Something-Else”!…
Wondering Woman
It’s Saturday. I have laundry to do, correspondence to send out, books to read and a sermon to write. I also have a head-pounding allergy headache. And what I really want to do is nap. Or garden. Mostly I’m just wondering how I’m going…
Take a breath
At first glance the snow is piling up on branches and cars. It’s not much just enough to frost the world in loveliness. I watch as fat flakes fall and the sky brightens. Time to start my day, driving, charting, seeing patients, offering…
Unfinished: A perpetual state of being
This blog started with a title that (occasionally) makes people wonder. “Are you a composer?” They ask. Uh… No. I was fascinated by the story of Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony when I took music history in my undergraduate studies. He wrote the first two…
NaBloPoMo: Happy New Year (C) Resolution
In the liturgical calendar, the “new year” actually starts with Advent, the four Sundays leading up to Christmas. It always catches me a little by surprise, even though I know when the holidays fall on my calendar. It is with the “new year” theme in mind,…
NaBloPoMo: Fog
I cannot see through the fog to blue skies above, but I know they are there. And though things seem unclear, God guides my path. Selah.
The Movement of the Spirit
I was running to my car in the rain, doing my best to not get completely drenched. The promised wind and rain arrived and that meant traffic would be worse than usual. Lovely. My shirt and hair were drenched, my glasses smudged, and my…
Healing Rain
Healing rain is coming down It’s coming nearer to this old town Rich and poor, weak and strong It’s bringing mercy, it won’t be long Healing rain is coming down It’s coming closer to the lost and found Tears of joy, and tears of…
Cold-hearted
The Mid-Atlantic is not known for supremely cold winters. Oh, we get a “cold snap” here and there in the winter months, but anything that lasts more than a week or two, and the natives get a little restless. After all, we’re not Buffalo….
I could have earned 50 cents. Maybe a dollar.
When I was little, my grandmother would offer me a quarter if I would sit still for 5 minutes. Yes, she knew her money was safe. But this morning, in the quiet and the dappled sunshine, I would have earned four shiny quarters. When…
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