Barefoot

I like to walk barefoot through the parsonage. Carpet, wood, laminate, tile—each surface speaking in its own quiet way. When my feet touch the floor, nothing stands between us. Skin meets surface. The body knows something the mind often forgets. In that small act I feel the connection to the ground beneath me. Not just … Continue reading Barefoot

The Ninth Day of Christmas: Embracing the Gift of Darkness

The ninth day of Christmas brought an unexpected gift: darkness. Not a new kind of darkness, but an old and familiar one, rediscovered. It manifested in the symbol of night, a theme poetically delivered to my inbox by one of my favorite poets, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer (wordwoman.com): “…and the night is a nestbig enough to … Continue reading The Ninth Day of Christmas: Embracing the Gift of Darkness