Holy Ground
The letter above arrived first in my email inbox as a series of scanned pages sent by a gracious intermediary who asked if I would like the hard copy as well. I had no idea…
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A daughter of the trees reflects on the danger of property: an elegy, an homage, a prayer.
When European colonizers came to this continent many centuries ago, the indigenous people here did not construe ground, trees, sky, water, animals as property—something objectified and quantifiable for the purpose of possession. They understood belonging…
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On Redemption
As humans, we inevitably experience harm: we feel hurt, we get hurt, and we hurt others. We free ourselves from this experience not by imagining we can escape harm but knowing we can heal it—…
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A gracious healing
The God of my childhood embodied justice. Cohesion. A God deeply troubled by iterations of human-wrought injustice. The ground of being riven by spilled blood. My early years rang with the sonorous cadences and exhortations…
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My Grandmother’s Journal
I began this piece over twenty years ago and returned to it in 2014. I re-read it recently before sending it to a cousin, the namesake of my grandmother who is curious about the woman…
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Listening to the body of the Earth, Passover 2020
Drizzle punctuates the dun sky, appearing far less vernal than April 9th might wish. A cerulean ribbon aloft tender shoots of daffodils might yield more cheer but for Maundy Thursday and Passover combined, the weather…
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Listening to the tree of my own knowing
I have never been a fan of the annual physical. Back in 1993, my partner at the time urged me to see her gynecologist. “You are long overdue an exam,” she scolded, so reluctantly I…
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Ruminating on the cusp of Spring
I dwell in the both/and. Like many folks, news of the cornonavirus shapes the day, mostly emptying it, which gives me time to ruminate. As I ate lunch today, I began thinking about all the…
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The Call of the Tent
This essay appears in the online journal of the Tennessee Humanities Council, Chapter 16. A writer considers the meaning of sacred space As a child in the South I would see them: giant tents erected…