Monthly Archives: January 2015

Deer in the Doorway

In early morning light, deer step into my frame of vision, dark shapes gridded by window glass. Their browns match the stripped down winter hues so exactly that it is as though the landscape moves, slender leg a brown branch … Continue reading

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Snowy Transfiguration

Today I woke to a brightness outside my window, created by the snow that had fallen, and was still falling, during the night. I flicked on the porch light and suddenly the flakes falling were illuminated, slow, steady clots falling … Continue reading

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Eyes that See, or Matthew 13:16

It is a cold winter day in January. I am late picking up the girls again, another straggling student in my office, so I have to go inside to retrieve them, into the principal’s office where they will be sitting … Continue reading

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Yellow

Yellow pours hot and strong through the window panes, spilling onto the green carpet fibers and fading them further. I lie flat before it, soaking in its heat, allowing it to puddle over my outstretched limbs. My fingers, flung over … Continue reading

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The Number One Reason I Run

I run for many reasons: it tones my legs and burns calories, keeps my cholesterol and¬†triglycerides low, has decreased my resting heart rate to sixty-six, and gives me more energy and stamina.¬† My running for fitness sets a positive example … Continue reading

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Light of God

The opening of John’s gospel patterns the beginning lines of Genesis, “in the beginning God” mirroring “in the beginning was the Word,” two of the trinity creating together, the two one. Another parallel is the light that pervades both: “In … Continue reading

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Waiting for Movement

I came out to my cabin with binoculars, hoping to catch sight of the fox which Faith saw Friday trotting across the ice glazed pond. I arrived at the window that day only in time to see its bushy white … Continue reading

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