BREAD AND BREATH RISING
by Patty Stephens In Nature, Winter is a time for hibernating, for sap to stop flowing in trees. For darkness. It’s a time for sleep and soup. Lots of sleep. Lots of soup. The night sky is clear, sound takes…
by Patty Stephens In Nature, Winter is a time for hibernating, for sap to stop flowing in trees. For darkness. It’s a time for sleep and soup. Lots of sleep. Lots of soup. The night sky is clear, sound takes…
Anyone who’s ever had cats, or known cats, understands that their natural curiosity can lead them into trouble. Our little guy, Danny, suffered a pretty serious back or pelvis injury, which he totally brought on himself, about a year ago. …
I had a couple of days this week in which I felt pretty close to overwhelm. I may still be having them. We’ll see. Today’s just beginning. Some of it regards projects and events about which I’m excited but on…
I started thinking about that traditional symbol of abundance and Thanksgiving, the horn of plenty. My Dad always made gorgeous centerpieces that featured it, mums & gourds & berried stems pouring out of a wicker cornucopia that he pulled from…
When it feels like something’s wrong in our lives or in the world, it’s really easy to get fixated on the “fix.” If something appears to be missing or broken — and, honestly, there’s always something, yes? — it usually…
I don’t use the word “hallow” much. Almost never. I might change that. There’s the familiar idea of hallowed ground, of course, but I don’t believe that I’ve ever described anyplace as such. And I know “hallowed be Thy name”…
Maybe I should save this talk for Halloween because I am thinking about one of the scariest things in the world. It makes my palms clammy and my pulse race up into my throat. I’m thinking about REJECTION. Yikes! I…
I came upon a child of GodHe was walking along the roadAnd I asked him, where are you goingAnd this he told meI’m going on down to Yasgur’s farmI’m going to join in a rock ’n’ roll bandI’m going to…
My friend Denise shared with me this charming legend about St. Francis of Assisi: The town of Gubbio had a serious problem. An enormous lone wolf was eating the villagers’ sheep. Several people tried to stop it — the shepherd,…
Autumn is, without a doubt, my favorite time of year. John Keats called it the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.” Mmm, yes. Our New Mexico skies somehow become even more astonishingly blue. The bosque turns to gold. It takes…