The Algorithm Knows
All Things New
Books by Angela
The Wilderness Journal
Garden in the East
Missives: Letters to a Friend
On Blank Pages and Passion Planners
And in this I give advice: It is to your advantage not only to be doing what you began and were desiring to do a year ago; but now you...
For those who have fallen- Lenten Regrets
Let no one mourn that he has fallen again and again; for forgiveness has risen from the grave. —St John Chrysostom It is always here, in...
The start of 2015 has been weird and rocky. Oh, who am I kidding? My whole life is weird and rocky. After a couple of weeks like the last...
Day 25: Swimming
An excerpt from “Nearly Orthodox: On being a modern woman in an ancient tradition” Chapter 2 Just add Water (on baptism) Water is very...
Day 24: Light
Light of Light, True God of True God, Begotten, not made; of one essence with the Father, by whom all things were made I like the talk of...
Day 21: Soil
This essay first appeared on Ruminate Magazine’s blog. Adventures in Extreme Gardening About a half hour into putting some tender green...
Day 17: Sword
This has been a hard year. My husband and I were talking recently about how this might go down in the annuls as the hardest year we’ve...
Day 12: The Spiritual Necessity of Tithing and Alms Giving
I gave money to the man who appears every day on the expressway off-ramp at Armitage and I-90east. I see him there walking slowly,...
Day 11: Dogs
He loved Barney even when he grew to be larger than Miles, even when his overgrown puppy-ness pushed Miles to the ground, even when he...
Day 10: Building a Fire
And now a word from our sponsors… My husband and I make a business of building little fires with our work. We manage to cobble together a...