- snow dayIn February we were given a rare treat: snow that lasted more than a day.
- twenty-three months (beatrice darlene)
- post without words (1.17.21)
- Prayers for miscarriages, the loss of a babyThis post was originally published on egallis.wordpress.com, in February of 2015. Below is the post in its entirety, including the personal note I included at the beginning. I pray you find solace in these
- elpisMost everyone is familiar with the concept of being in Limbo–that space where you hang suspended between one fate or another, unmoving, waiting or not even waiting, just existing. If we’re alive, none of us
- awareIt’s intriguing, the moment that it comes to mind. You’d think it would come in moments of quiet, in moments of solitude, when everything is still and that sleeping voice–that one that’s never forgotten,
- reading goals for 2021I feel slightly guilty for even suggesting such a thing as reading goals. Last year’s goals were never even close to being attained–I never reread the short list of books I wanted
- good clean funIt’s December, but the temperatures climbed above 60 yesterday. So what was Anselm to do? Oh, of course–make a mud hole and ride a bike through it.
- first night at homeThis was typed up Friday evening while the thoughts were fresh. They’re not fresh anymore–most of the paradoxical feelings have been forgotten, so please forgive the rambling nature and abrupt leave-off. I
- Gallimaufry, june 2020
- paradoxIn the book of Jeremiah, the prophet is led before officials of the city by the priests and others seeking his death. They cannot find reason to condemn him, yet Jeremiah places himself in their hands
- gardenersI plant seeds in the garden, and then spend the next several days anxiously walking up and down the rows, looking for signs of life. I am watching for seedlings, but I’m not watching for seedlings,