Crossing a bridge to a new path…

I have been wanting to write for several weeks. Each time I began to write, my attention was redirected to distractions and details. Good intentions are often just that – but that is not how this season will pass for me.

This image of a bridge speaks to this time of my life. I face a time of significant changes. Looking across to the other side, I see the beginning of the path but have little knowledge of what will be “around the bend”. I did not expect to retire at 54 but my plans did not match the journey that is before me. Retirement comes for medical reasons – time to slow my pace and pay attention to what will enrich the quality of my life.

So this is about changes and choices — changes always bring possibilities. As I write tonight, I am preparing for a move. A move to the mountains where I hope to find nurture and inspiration. For support and safety, I have chosen to move into a retirement community. Barely ‘of age’ (the youngest age for entrance is 55) – I knew this was a good choice for me. It was a big decision. One that was not easy and often still hard to talk about. I dare say — many people my age who live with a disability have thoughts and concerns about what this decision might mean and if it is in their own future.

In the weeks to come I will write about this time of transition — the easy moments and the moments more difficult. I will welcome and be grateful for reflections and thoughts from anyone reading… 

“sweeter than knowing”

This story reminds us that nature and nurture often travel together. If you have never met a snowy owl be prepared to marvel once again at the wonder of creation.

A reflection from a mother and author, Priscilla Gilman

Benji and the Snowy Owl

the balance of opposites…

A thought worth sharing. Might we be encouraged and join in the laughter.

Smiles come best from those who weep.
Lightning, then the rain-laughter.


On the eve of Epiphany


A reflection by Jay Johnson. May light shine for all to see!   Holy Flesh

Christmas has just begun!

I thank Mark for this contribution as we settle into the days that follow the BIG celebration.

Thurman writes: When the star in the sky is gone, When the Kings and Princes are home, When the shepherds are back with their flocks, The work of Christmas begins: To find the lost To heal the broken To feed the hungry To release the prisoner To teach the nations To bring Christ to all To make music in the heart. There are twelve days of Christmas. If you see Christmas, and you have seen it and will hear it today; say something, do something and believe something.
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