No, they are not related, and even my desire for all things to cooperate and connect cannot make them related. Last week I was sitting over iced tea with a friend and wanted to take notes about his ideas so I started digging in my purse for a pen. A fresh garden cucumber, an old-fashioned paper calendar and a little white box of dental floss were all I could put my hand on. No paper--a napkin would have to do, and a toothbrush handle where my pen should be. That’s all my sear

We quote it often in Celtic circles; looking into the face of a newborn baby is like looking into the face of God. What are we seeing? Peace? Purity? Unblemished delight and awe? Endless possibility? It’s a bit harder to see the face of God in the face of your three-year-old who is lying on the floor, screaming bloody murder because her sock is crooked. “I think the church’s job is to help us connect to God. All that other stuff- Catholic, Evangelical, whatever- it doesn’t ma

When our first dog died, an adorable white schnauzer named Mooch, there was a gaping hole in our hearts. If you have lost a beloved pet you understand. They become companions. Literally, we break bread with them as we eat our dinner! This painful emptiness consumed us and before we were ready, before there was an appropriate amount of time to process our grief we rescued two more schnauzers. They were both black. Jack was 12 years old when we got him and Joanie was, well we d

Turning the corner into the King Soopers parking lot I was aware of a young woman, a stroller, a couple of kids and a sign. Not a good place to stand because there is nowhere for cars to safely stop when going in that direction. Not a way for a young family to be spending a Sunday afternoon. Not the direction I planned to continue to my next stop. I was in a hurry for just two items. Something stirred inside me. What would make the day a little better for those kids? What doe