Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch. My Theology 101 professor, Dr. John Boyle has a lecture that can be summarized by this, “when you name something you have power over it.” The power in a name, “it has the power to stop someone dead in their tracks
The image is a pelican, a mother whose children will starve, so with her beak, she opens her breast and allows them to drink from her blood, that they may survive. In the selflessness of a mother, Christ’s heart is pierced on the cross and, pouring his
Three months and one week since we last walked through the sliding glass doors of sterilized air and woodless surroundings at UCSF. Three months. That seems to be all it takes. In a moment, one day, earlier this week, I felt space in my lungs, I felt relaxed, I felt
I want to celebrate motherhood for what it is. I want to be aware of the trials and the heartache and that not everyone is a mother (some are men). Some women chose not to become mothers and maybe they are satisfied or maybe they are lonely or feel
It was fragrant, beautiful and messy. Much like this year. Like garden, I am finding my way after loss and trauma.
Today, I share with you a book I encountered that may be useful in your life or in the life of someone you know. It is about miscarriage…
Update: With the End of May came the end of this offer, but sign-up to receive free reflection ebooks and mini-liturgies for the home in the future! The irises are fading, the mums are mounting and the herbs are filling out the little flower bed whose sole purpose when