Praying with Fringes 10/24/2016 – and still say yes

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

Praying with Fringes 11/06/2014 – await then your dew-sip tongue

Dear Water Judith Brice cerulean water, slide over me now, glide smooth— let me swim between your drops, take in your rain-fresh breath; I will lace your lips to my face— drape your silver arms warm around my neck— await then your dew-sip tongue to lick my cheeks. Let there be time; dear water, let … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/06/2014 – await then your dew-sip tongue

Praying with Fringes 11/20/2013 – Sabbath 1979 I

Sabbath 1979 I Wendell Berry I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 11/20/2013 – Sabbath 1979 I