Praying with Fringes 11/06/2015 – They turn to gold for a brief while, then lose it all each November

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself, Barbara Crooker like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me think about my life, the places of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief has strung me out to dry. And … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/06/2015 – They turn to gold for a brief while, then lose it all each November