Ascending
What does it mean to ascend? To move upward; to rise through the air; to succeed to (as in ascending a throne). On the day of this posting, we are … Continue Reading Ascending
Wheelchair Reflections of Sacred Wonder
What does it mean to ascend? To move upward; to rise through the air; to succeed to (as in ascending a throne). On the day of this posting, we are … Continue Reading Ascending
A Winter’s worth of snow is melting away, for nothing living and new can Spring from frozen soil. The white crystal kingdom is becoming the watery realm of liquid rivulets … Continue Reading The Awakening
When you enter a darkened room and see a pool of moonlight on the floor, do you wait to turn the lights on so you can step into the … Continue Reading An Eve in Winter
On the day that this is being posted, I should be hard at work fulfilling my New Year’s resolution – writing a book. Should be, But am I?…. Because this … Continue Reading In the Bleak Midwinter
God’s Fingerprints Curls, swirls, whirling, unfurling, the universe forms such dissimilar things as storms and roses, galaxies and shells – with familiar tells. © 2017 Christina Chase This … Continue Reading Fibonacci: Science and Poetry, Part 3
Faith on the cliff, a diver waits, stilled, toes gripping edge… then… leaps! as Heart commits to Sea. © 2017 Christina Chase This is Part 2 of … Continue Reading Fibonacci: Science and Poetry, Part 2
There is order in the created world, both seen and unseen. As a person of both faith and reason, I know that some aspects of this order can be discerned … Continue Reading Fibonacci: Science and Poetry, Part 1
This week, I’m sharing two little poems of mine (and I don’t claim to be a poet.) The first is from a recent excursion with my parents to Rhododendron Sate … Continue Reading Two Poems of Wonder
I feel very brave posting this. Three and a half years of blogging here and I have been careful not to show pictures of myself straight on. In fact, you’ll … Continue Reading Brave
The womb that cannot bear new life is, instead, bearing pain. Seemingly meaningless and devoid of promise, for the hard grip – twisted deformed rocks – makes it unrecognized as … Continue Reading Redemptive Suffering
Wishing everyone a Blessed Christmas and offering you this poem from decades ago. May you be filled with the wonder of God Among Us – for the Word of God, the … Continue Reading Gathering Stars
Saw this classic on a preview for a TV sitcom: “If God made Adam and Eve and they had Cain and Abel, then where did Cain and Abel’s wives come … Continue Reading The Atheistic Questions: Genesis
My mother and father are not only good parents, they are excellent parents because they have been greatly tried and are continuing to be tried. Having a severely disabled and … Continue Reading My Mother
Life is composed of small moments in time. How many times have we heard something like this said or read something similar on a Facebook meme? But, what does it mean, … Continue Reading In Short Measures
April is the month in which I was birthed into the world. It is also, I found out this year, National Poetry Writing Month. And I, much to my disbelief, … Continue Reading Made by Fools like Me
Will it happen in a shopping mall? Will you have time to run and hide in a bathroom stall when the gunfire begins to sound? Or in some other public … Continue Reading When, Where, How