Reverence Julie Cadwallader-Staub The air vibrated with the sound of cicadas on those hot Missouri nights after sundown when the grown-ups gathered on the wide back lawn, sank into their slung-back canvas chairs tall glasses of iced tea beading in the heat and we sisters chased fireflies reaching for them in the dark admiring their … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 07/06/2017 – that same utter certainty of the goodness of life
Midlife Julie Cadwallader-Staub This is as far as the light of my understanding has carried me: an October morning a canoe built by hand a quiet current above me the trees arc green and golden against a cloudy sky below me the river responds with perfect reflection a hundred feet deep a hundred feet high. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 10/24/2016 – and still say yes
Joy Julie Cadwallader-Staub Who could need more proof than honey— How the bees with such skill and purpose enter flower after flower sing their way home to create and cap the new honey just to get through the flowerless winter. And how the bear with intention and cunning raids the hive shovels pawful after pawful … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 06/10/2014 – Joy
Longing Julie Cadwallader-Staub Consider the blackpoll warbler. She tips the scales at one ounce before she migrates, taking off from the seacoast to our east flying higher and higher ascending two or three miles during her eighty hours of flight until she lands, in Tobago, north of Venezuela three days older, and weighing half as … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/21/2013 – Longing
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 