Blighted
“The blight’s takin’ her slow, limb by limb,” said the man with the saw, flanneled arms crossed, looking at the pear tree with its hard and gnarled fruit, some naked, … Continue Reading Blighted
Rooted
Rooted. A nice way of saying “stuck.” This tree is stuck, it cannot move unless a force shall blow, or chop, it down dead. Never roaming to distant lands, or … Continue Reading Rooted
Patient
Note the patience of a violet who, when heavy with bee, droops and bows and nearly breaks, as the strange creature bumbles deep within; brought low to the ground, she … Continue Reading Patient
Greed
“I don’t care too much for money, money can’t buy me love.”[i] But it can buy a lot of nice stuff. Knowing that love is more valuable than any possession … Continue Reading Greed
As Autumn Leaves
The mask of bright-leafed gaiety drops away and displays the bare truth, vulnerable and thin without the show of exuberance. Let’s not pretend, you and I, that life is easy … Continue Reading As Autumn Leaves
The Gift
A bit of poetry, musing on Creation, Autumn … and Mother … She, the flora of forests and fields, gives herself beautifully in the berries that she yields and the … Continue Reading The Gift
Ashes
I’ve never felt betrayal, but I have known loss and change. The world in which we live is terribly beautiful: here is where we experience blossoms and sunlight, as well … Continue Reading Ashes
Beautiful and Unchangeable
A moment of beauty and truth. Still taking my online enrichment course on evolution and human dignity while also busy with the marketing of my book (gulp), this week’s reflection … Continue Reading Beautiful and Unchangeable
Small Proportions
Going over the the publisher’s final edits of my book, I found I had no time to write this week. So I’m letting Ben Johnson do the reflecting for me … Continue Reading Small Proportions
Sand Poet
Ah, summer…do we fully enjoy the beauty of it? This week, I present a poem that I wrote from a memory of my younger nephew when he was still freshly … Continue Reading Sand Poet
Soft Rains: Sara Teasdale
In the midst of our divisive, too often violent world, I have often found myself resting back on this poem: (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of … Continue Reading Soft Rains: Sara Teasdale
Permanent link to The Navajos and Saint Patrick
Spring is in the sunlight and the bird song—if not quite in the still winter air—and Spring is my favorite season with all of its tender, yet raucous beauty. With the wonders of the created world in mind, and with St. Patrick’s Day approaching, I’m sharing again this reflection on two meditations/invocations from two very different cultures across time. Or are they very different? Note how beauty is in the same places as Christ, and Christ the same as beauty.
Read it here: The Navajos and Saint Patrick
(St. Patrick, pray for us!)
Pull up a Seat
In between finishing up the (hopefully) last revision of my book and starting an online enrichment course on ecclesiology, I thought I’d take up another photo challenge for this week’s post. … Continue Reading Pull up a Seat
The Beautiful Burden of Snow
Snow day today! So, I’m sharing a video that I made at the beginning of this year, during a nor’easter… © 2018 Christina Chase Photo by Damian McCoig on Unsplash
Favorite Saints Who Love Earth
Today is the Solemnity of All Saints, or All Saints Day. That word “Solemnity” does rather make us think of somber and serious things, but serious, vitally important things do … Continue Reading Favorite Saints Who Love Earth
A Silly Bit of Poetry
My brain is on vacation, as evidenced by this post. 🙂 Ground Control Some see a lawn in need of mowing, Others see a meadow with wildflowers growing. … Continue Reading A Silly Bit of Poetry
