This whole month so far is a blur. So, what else is new, right? I keep telling myself that at some point in my life I’m going to get my crap together and sit in some silence during this Nativity Fast. I keep thinking that tomorrow I’m going to get it all done and find that silent time and just breathe a little deeper. Tomorrow came and went. Now it’s already just a couple of weeks til the feast. Yikes. Time flies. So today I slowed down a little. I read some poetry. I drank a
Some Early Thoughts on Loss, Practice, and the Nativity Fast I’m amazed at how much work I do sitting at my computer. I run pretty much everything from my laptop. By the time I’m finished with catching up on paperwork for the kids, for our business, for my writing, my training clients, banking, what have you– my brain is mush. Right now, for example, my brain is mush. Sorry. But I came in to check on my poor blog today because it’s just getting pushed to the back of the “to d
Therefore, since a promise remains of entering His rest, let us fear lest any of you seem to have come short of it.
Hebrews 4:1 I need some rest. I can tell because my eye is twitching. My eye twitches like this when I’m overly tired or overwhelmed. Last night I lay in bed and the “to do” list in my head switched on. I stared at the ceiling, eye twitching, mind reeling. I need some rest. I pushed into the Jesus Prayer– like I do. The eye twitch was distracting. The kid who ha
Now may our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God our Father, who loved us and gave us eternal comfort and good hope through grace, comfort your hearts and establish them in every good work and word.
-2 Thessalonians 2:16 My youngest son is what you’d call “spirited.” He comes by it honestly. Whether you subscribe to nature or nurture or a combination of the two, having parents who are— at their core— strong willed question askers, will tend to create an independent-minded, spir
First, an explanation— for the last two weeks I have pondered about a post. I made this little pact with myself when I began blogging, lo those many years ago, that I would never post just for the sake of posting. I broke that one month a long time ago while laboring under the mistaken notion that there was some secret formula to keep people reading. It was after that month of posting every day on MrsMetaphor.com that I discovered the ugly reality that there is an awful lot o
And now a group of random thoughts on today’s topic. The best socks I own are a rich, thick wool. They are orange with brown reinforcement at the heel and toe. They are fuzzy and snuggly and perfect in every way. I love those socks. I love them a whole lot. I’ve always had cold feet. I remember sleeping over at a friend’s house and her remarking about my habit of wearing socks to bed. I used to think it was because I was so skinny but time and age have amended my physique. I’
Choices can be good. I like having choices. The only trouble is that some days it feels as though there are no choices. It’s all Coke or Pepsi. It’s the illusion of choice. It’s all caramel coloring and high fructose corn syrup dressed up in a different bottle, color scheme and marketing package. Now, choosing between tofu and cupcakes? That’s a choice. I don’t like tofu but I ate it anyway on Friday. I ordered the vegetarian version of something delicious at a Thai place whi
For the last few months I’ve been working on a sort of daily Advent devotional for my DoxaSoma folks. I wrote one a few years ago and uploaded that, “The Daily Practice of Prayer” ran just for 30 days and was meant to help people integrate some mindfulness in their fitness practice. Prayer and Practice for people who don’t usually associate those two. Now, as an Orthodox christian I get prayer and movement all the time. The Orthodox liturgy isn’t a static one. It feels fluid
There are just so many places I could go with the prompt today. So many. When I hear the word, “ignorance” I think first of a kind of innocence. I think of the time my son touched the hot pan on the stove for the first time. He did not know it was hot. He didn’t know any better. Thankfully he wasn’t badly hurt. Thankfully he didn’t touch the hot pan again. Live and learn. It’s a terrible way learn though, by pain or surprise or both. I think any parent would agree that it’s
“We were created to live on earth unlike animals who die and disappear with time, but with the high purpose to live with God not for a hundred years or so but for eternity”.
– St. Innocent of Alaska, Indication of the Way into the Kingdom of Heaven: An Introduction to Christian Life I’m feeling particularly human, particularly mortal today. I’ve been suffering from this same virus for about 3 weeks. It started as a tickle in the throat and a general malaise. You know that fee