Opening Ourselves to Rest

I don’t know about you but I remember as a kid longing for summer to start.  We would joyfully hurl ourselves into freedom on the last day of school.  By upper elementary/middle school that would include the defiant singing, chanting really, of Pink Floyd’s “We don’t need no education…”  It was true liberation.  One of…

What Stays with You

We used to live in a too-small, too-crowded house with too many children.  Our small deck was my sanctuary where I created a container garden.  One season I decided to plant strawberries.  When I went looking for starts at my favorite nursery, I couldn’t find “regular” strawberries, just some little alpine varietal.  Being the lazy…

Saying Yes to Ritual

When I was a teen, I tried to find space for myself in the tradition of my childhood.  My mother encouraged me to talk with her spiritual director, a sister of St. Joseph.  I told the sister about my sense of myself as an outsider in our patriarchal tradition, including my alienation from masculine God…

Kayaking as a Spiritual Practice

Years ago someone posted a photo of herself sitting in her new inflatable kayak in her living room.  She was so excited to have finally taken the plunge.  “I want one,” I said. “Do it,” she replied.  And so for years I imagined the day I would have my own kayak, or stand-up paddle board,…

Breakfast with God

I have been trying to find my way into a regular morning spiritual practice for a long time.  Over the years it has proven to be anything but regular, taking on many different shapes.  I have sneaked out from my overfull house to settle myself on an old towel among the plants on our back…

Finding Joy in the Trinity Alps

I went on my first solo camping trip this summer. Just a few days, to a favorite camping spot in the little visited wilderness of the Trinity Alps. In spite of decades of experience and a car loaded down with luxury gear for the middle-aged camper, I was unaccountably nervous. Until I hit the road…