God of abundance, come teach us how to walk the fields, accepting the abundance we area offered as we go.
Read MoreGod who provides, come and drape over our body the lavish garment of your love, so that we might remember and dwell in the goodness for which we were created.
Read MoreCreator God, God of ashes, let the sands of wilderness stick to our skin; let us wonder why.
Read MoreCozy yarn, beautiful vintage linens, well drafted patterns, and creating new garments simply bring me joy, as do fresh pots of tea, rain on the tin roof of my tiny solarium, a good ghost story, and re-watching Murder She Wrote episodes.
Read MoreShe bears faithful, unwavering witness to pain, but she is neither hopeless nor joyless.
Read MorePoem. Imagine you are dust.
You melt with a raindrop.
You run downhill, down the wind shield, down drains.
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