Finally, finally the tears blew out of me into sobbing in the barn, the cats waiting impatiently for me to leave, Morgen quietly munching her hay. The light softening the…
The grief sat like a bubble in my chest, stuck, not working it’s way out in tears. They came with great heaves when I sat on my rock in the…
It’s magical when feral cats show up at the farm. We bless them because we’ve had rats so fat and tame I could grab one as she ran up the…
In the last few weeks, we’ve been to several funerals. Bruce’s two aunts on his father’s side died within a week of each other, so we made the trek to…
Well, I meant to post a few weeks ago, but I had two big projects that needed my writing time, so I put this off until now. I hope to…
On the night after Mother’s Day, I tumbled into a pit full of grief and fear and recrimination. At midnight, all I could do was weep and get out of…
Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on me. Who ever would dump their dead sheep in the ditch along our road–the flies matted…
“The harvest is ended, the summer is past and we are not saved” rattles through my mind like a chant this holiday season. I have bowed under the yoke of…
1. I miss the pet rooster in the barn at night. I’d walk in there and he’d be roosting on the wrong hay bale. I mean a bale I was…
Christmas runs a finger along the cracks in my soul, so they splinter and spread like windshield glass that a pebble has struck. It lays a hand on my love…