“When I was young, I had all the answers but no one asked me any questions. Now I am old and I am asked questions but I do not know the answer.” Attributed to Elizabeth Elliott I was always quick with an answer and still am. I am also quick with a question but slow to listen. I am trying to reverse my impulse and move more to be slow to answer and quick to…
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When I was a little girl my father would sing nursery rhymes to us. This one always got my attention. Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With silver bells, and cockle shells,And pretty maids all in a row. While I loved the nursery rhyme, I hated the thought that I was contrary. Contrarian – opposing or rejecting popular opinion; going against current practice. While I hate the thought of being contrary, here’s the thing. I am.…
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As we see what is unfolding before us in a world of pandemic, racial divides, and economic uncertainty we desire greatly great changes in our society. Patient and slow have worn out its welcome. We want the change now. We need the change now. While it seems too trite it does remain true that the only change we can address and effect starts with one – me. Today I am sharing an excerpt from a…
3 CommentsIt’s been a while since I have made this recipe taught to me by one of my earliest mentors, Trish Zetterberg. I share this with you as something that falls the category of taking ordinary and making it extraordinary with little effort for bonus value! Video and recipe below:
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Even with the hope of moving from stay-at-home to safe-at-home every one of us has been rocked by unimaginable and rapid changes in our normal routines during this COVID crisis. Long before the pandemic was on our horizon my youngest wrote a presentation on peace. Her presentation is written in a thematic religious reading format. In this format, the speaker practices weaving together scripture with her choice of literature to write a speech on a…
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I confess I have wandered away from confession. Growing up I attended Catholic schools. Confession was woven into our school rhythm. Regularly we would walk to church, file into the pew, and take our turn in the confessional. I remember waiting. While kneeling in the pew, I would weigh out my options. Rather than unload my guilt and shame, I considered making up something or I would sit with my sins weighing out how little…
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