CAMBRIDGE, Mass.: A midsummer morning’s dream

Maybe it’s the influence of reading Gothic literature during the first week of summer school… Or a byproduct of wandering streets in a quirky, historical town… Or perhaps, the after-effects of completing a circuit on the labyrinth (it was at a divinity school, after all)… I’ll give my granddaughters credit. Their beliefs have cast a spell,…

Pausing to remember who we are

Why would anyone need to take time out to figure out who they are. How silly. Of course, I know who I am. My wallet has a military ID card and VA driver’s license and if needed, I can produce a passport for identification. TSA certainly wouldn’t let me through airport security, if my documents…

Waiting in Joyful Hope

This week, we are privileged to have Jocelyn Collen be our guest blogger with an Advent Reflection. This Advent, more than ever before, I am being invited to wait. I have felt that my entire life thus far is about WAITING. We wait for Christmas break, we wait for summer vacation, we wait in traffic,…