The Angel’s Call
I’m writing on the winter solstice, the longest night of the year. A wise time to go within… to listen for the crisp call of angels. As the light fades to gray, a bright red bird perches in a dark, barren tree. Now, all things are more easily seen. The air leans hard against us, heavy and […]
Bearing Gifts
They caught my eye in a Guatemalan street market: three kneeling women and a bright star on a painted wooden fish. On the other side of the fish, there were farmers bearing gifts in a field of cornstalks – bread, fruit and a load of wood. Practical gifts. The kind that three wise women would […]
Even in This Darkness
I’m writing this on the longest night of the year. The sun is as far away from us as it can be. The winter solstice. Shortest day of the year. The gravity of this is not lost on me. It cannot get any darker. I feel it more than I see it. Did you feel […]