Finn is already a dog. He has been such for nearly five years. I am only on the doorstep of old ladydom. (If I were a male rock star, I'd be dating models for whom driving a car is still novel without public censure. But, that is another blog post.) As I move into this… Continue reading On The Ways of Old Ladies & Dogs
Category: spiritual life
On fins and the joy of touching bottom
Some people relish the deep sea or rushing rapids. I am not among them. I love water -- its cool blueness, its literal fluidity. But, I most enjoy it when I can touch bottom -- as in a pool or living water so clear and still I can see all the way down to my… Continue reading On fins and the joy of touching bottom
On beauty and dust
Temporary can be spectacular. Consider the Tabernacle -- the portable temple that traveled with Israel during the 40 years it took to shed slavery. Blue, purple, scarlet, gleaming gold. Linen fine enough for a bride. Yet this embodiment of God's presence on earth eventually turned to dust. Like us. All of us. Mortal bodies are… Continue reading On beauty and dust
A little holiday romance
In case you missed it last year -- and don't mind reading on a device -- here is a link to my 2024 Christmas romance. Stand Still & Chill is a Hallmark-style novella set in the mountains of West Virginia. It is stored on this website as a free read. Follow the links at the… Continue reading A little holiday romance
On Advent, 10 foot tall Bumbles and blinging all the way
There was a season not long ago when the mention of Christmas brought the same snarl to my heart as a child opening a shaker of glitter in my kitchen would. Why? Just why? "Festival of Consumption," I grumbled inwardly while outwardly going through the motions expected of the mother of small children. Then I… Continue reading On Advent, 10 foot tall Bumbles and blinging all the way
Nora Edinger -- JOY Journal 