Water and Ash

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From dust you were born. And to dust, you will return.Is that a threat, or a promise? On the darkest days, we sense death hovering in our vicinity, like a grey cloud. It feels chilly. It sounds like slow, dirge-y organ music in a minor key. It smells like ash and feels abrasive against our skin—like burlap.Sack cloth and ashes… That’s what we could be about today.Or.We can choose to hear those words as blessing and benediction. From dust you were born. To dust, you will retur … [Read more...]

In the End, There’s Cake

My kids have birthdays this week. They will be 2 and 4. And while I know this is where I'm supposed to say "I can't believe how fast they're growing up!" what I really think is, I can't remember a time when they weren't around. In many ways, they've been with me forever.The almost 2-year-old has a new favorite word--why. And, as only a small child can do, he throws this one-word question around as though it had three-syllables, rather than one...uh-WHY-ee. (Kind of sounds like 'hawaii.') … [Read more...]


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