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I was surprised at the feelings then and how it informed my future. Contributing these thoughts to The Perennial Gen website,  where I reflect on the death of my dad three years after his death, (also 4 1/2 years after my mom’s). I would be interested in the answers to the question posed by the editor as…
This morning is my first article at The PerennialGen – Growing Deeper Roots in the Dirt and Light of Midlife. A year ago I discovered Michelle VanLoon, a writer in a few suburbs northwest from me and co-editor of ThePerennialGen. Our connection has been a delightful one and an encouragement to me, personally. We have…
I wrote this December 20 and here it still sits as a draft:) I do things like that. I thought, “I could wait till next December 29 and it would still be true,” but it’s true now April 23, 2018. I suspect some of you may relate to it also. If it does, I’d love…
As I shared yesterday in my Holy Saturday post, I have been feeling disconnected from Easter. In the past, music and the lyrics spoke to me of God and his love for me. I am no longer directly involved in a worship arts ministry, where each carefully chosen song and its words speak to my heart…
This year I have been feeling disconnected from Easter. Maybe part of it has to do with traveling all month and not being part of Holy Week with our Church Community this year. I think it’s also because it feels like I have lost my spiritual rhythms that used to be so natural for me. …
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. Lamentations 3:22 This morning the preacher talked of this steadfast love as we worshiped with our son and his family at their church. We do this occasionally, finding it to be a sweet time. “Steadfast” love speaks of a loyal love full-of-resolve love steadily-directed love A recent…
Early October, 2005, we drive down US1 with dear friends, stopping along the way as we observe the stunning beauty of the northern California coast. This trip provides me with a gift I would need soon. With signs promising an ocean view, we walk through the pedestrian walkway under US 1 along the coast, just…
Mt. Hood, Oregon Walking a block out to the end of 118th Street from my son’s house,looking east on a clear day, I see the mountain in all her majesty rising high above the horizon. “The mountain is out today,†I happily report to the family as I return from my short walk. What did…
This view while on a retreat weekend led to a dialogue between God and me * * * * * * * * * * God, You want me to go where? Out there? You mean keep walking forward? I can’t see. What if there is a big drop-off out there? An un-scalable mountain range?…
It is 12:32am November 8th as I write this. In just 6 1/2 hours it will be twelve years since I heard the words, “He’s gone” after waiting and hoping and praying for 32 hours my brother would be found – missing in the Montana mountains on a hunting trip. (I wrote about it HERE:…