The Altar of Her Life
photo by Dana Ross Martin An ending and a beginning overlapped for me recently. In the same weekend that I said “good-bye” to a dear friend who moved to another state, I joined a new retreat ministry and blessed the threshold of a new beginning. Experiencing these two events back-to-back felt, at first, like emotional…
I have never been hospitalized as a sick person until now; only well with babe in arm, grateful for food prepared and luminous face to behold. But being poked and prodded and asked for bowel history feels different without a wriggling byproduct to render it all worthwhile I like to believe circumstances, even unpleasant ones,…
My writing seems to color the world deeper shades of interesting when I’m feeling life’s bitter sweetness. Today, I’m happy. Not just content, but pop out of your skin happy. And everything I try to write reads pink… cotton candy, artificial sweetener pink. Ick! So, you’ll have to suffer through with me until some rain…