storytelling.
2.4.2011
while not a sacred story from a sacred text, this book is a favorite over decades. my son called for reading the night before christmas. i listened to his request and we read without a pause. he delighted in the reading and we snuggled close. his delight called my attention to the presence of the Divine among us.
warmth + love.
1.29.2011
finding myself wrapped well into the blanket hand stitched by my great grandmother. i love the bright polyester squares with the white thread to allow it to burst with color. it's a sacred space, wrapped in this blanket while rocking in my chair. the very rocking chair that i rocked in as a baby is the chair i rest well in.
her hands.
1.24.2011
my grandmother made this quilt for me the year of my birth. she stitched each of these parts by hand. it rests upon me now and i am continually warmed by her presence, her spirit. memories are held tight just as each fiber is held together through these stitches. i love the work of her hands.
color.
1.23.2011
whether dancing through the day or nesting through a bit of the flu, color speaks to my soul. seeing the lovely shade of my lamp delights my senses. perhaps i am a bit trippy from my medicines and fever, perhaps just honest. i love color and the delight it brings.
rising dough.
1.11.2011
in what ever form, bread making is a sacred act. when you look at the simple ingredients (or more complex) that you combine in a bowl (or vessel) that create sustenance, it is awe inspiring. each part makes the whole. making this dough for cinnamon rolls, a recipe shared by one of my husband's cousins, was a making of joy. my hands have missed the act of kneading since our daily bread calls for simplicity. this dough brought moments of relaxation and centering through the work of my hands.
