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Final Beauty

Final Beauty

Beauty will save the world. -Dostoevsky, The Idiot I read these words recently not in Dostoevsky, but in an article in Conversations Journal (no longer published, but its vol 14.2 if you are interested). The article was part of a whole issue entitled “Created to Create” (which has a beautiful array of pieces about art, beauty … Continue reading

Medium

Medium

“I’m not little, I’m medium!” with feet planted, you declare to those at the playground who would exclude the ‘little brother.’   Big squeezes, kisses rain upon your cheeks, rosy from outside play. Big squeeze, big squeeze, then: “Daddy, that’s too hard! I’m medium.”   Dogs on leashes, small dogs – these don’t frighten the medium … Continue reading

Katniss Everdeen and gratitude

Katniss Everdeen: [to her baby] Did you have a nightmare? I have nightmares, too. Someday I’ll explain it to you, why they came, why they won’t ever go away, but I’ll tell you how I survive it. I make a list in my head… of all the good things I’ve seen someone do. Every little … Continue reading

Politics/When in Rome

Politics by Jen A. Grieshaber If I’m elected, I promise to work for the good of all… (especially my close friends …and my bank account) and to work to increase jobs in our hometown (unless there is a strike or picket, you know how annoying those things are!) and to provide a safe place for … Continue reading

A Little Note

A Little Note

A Little Note I have taken the earrings from on your dresser. They are probably expensive and sentimental. But don’t worry, I will try to be careful with them. —- Jennifer Anne Grieshaber This is a poem I wrote in high school, as part of the capstone assignment my senior year. I emulated several of … Continue reading

My visit with Bubby Lola

My visit with Bubby Lola

With no living grandparents left, I consider it a gift to have Bubby Lola living near enough to visit. She’s technically my husband’s step-mother’s mother…but to me, she’s just Lola. I saw her this past weekend. The kids were having a “Daddy walk” (taking the train to Salem, and bopping around town with my husband), and I … Continue reading

Amos Wilder Poem: Wedding

Amos Wilder Poem: Wedding

Yesterday, I was on my way to visit my…well, technically my step-grandmother-in-law, but since that’s a mouthful, I just call her Bubby Lola.  She lives in a town about two hours away, and I found myself driving and listening to the Interdenominational Protestant Service of Worship at Marsh Chapel (part of Boston University, streamed on NPR). Wedding, a … Continue reading

beckoning

beckoning

in the soft part of the night as i am alone and dark my heart hears yours and soul to soul we whisper secret longings and cry silent tears   across my cloudy soul, over the dew dripped plains of my insides the rays of sunlight fall and i am shaken to depths beyond reach … Continue reading

Home

Home

I am unofficially following along a photography course that Ian is teaching. This exercise: photograph what “Home” is to you.  We bought our house nearly two years ago, and here’s some of what home means to me. From the outside:   On the inside, there are usually flowers on the table and some kind of fruit piled high. … Continue reading

The Ordinary Tree

The Ordinary Tree

The Ordinary Tree 6:25 am and we sit in the chapel bleary eyed with sleep, psalm after psalm and outside the open window with the icons perched precariously is a tree. The leaves warrant not more than a passing glance – just plain old green with a few crab apples, not even good for flinging, … Continue reading