loving in the war years: day ten

Posted by on Jul 31, 2016

I’ve long since given up on being Catholic. During the time I needed it, I would sneak into church and sit in the back pews during morning mass and it was so comforting and important to me to hear human voices rise up together in prayer and love and to know that my voice was …

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loving in the war years: day nine

Posted by on Jul 30, 2016

You were born together, and together you shall be forever more. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Yes, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of heaven dance between you. Love one …

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loving in the war years: day eight

Posted by on Jul 28, 2016

I heard about this group through an segment on NPR. The segment brought me to tears: The Threshold Choir honors the ancient tradition of women singing at the bedsides of people who are struggling, some with living, some with dying. The voice, as the original human instrument, is a true and gracious vehicle for compassion …

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loving in the war years: day five

Posted by on Jul 25, 2016

A day of mothering… ~rose~ I’ve never been much of a fan of roses. Mostly it’s the smell. Growing up the late 70s meant babysitters and aunts dragged me along to one Avon party or another, and rose candles, perfume, lipstick or nail polish were plastered on me to the delighted coos of the women in …

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loving in the war years: day three

Posted by on Jul 22, 2016

and it happens again and again and again. how do you mourn when it just won’t stop? when our ancestors created mourning rituals, did they account for genocide? or endless war? or mass murderers? or did they assume our world would always account for human dignity? and that just one person would die at a …

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loving in the war years: day two

Posted by on Jul 21, 2016

but did it? did it really start with september 11? it feels right to say it started then, it feels like what we all agree with. everything was moving along, and then september 11 happened. and then the world stopped and nothing was the same again. but when i dig around under the grief, under …

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loving in the war years: day one

Posted by on Jul 20, 2016

it starts with september 11. up early that day, gritty eyes torn open by rambunctious toddler jumping and laughing on my bed. the child that never sleeps, joyful with life. flipping on howard stern, i groan and creak my way out of bed. pregnant again, my body, heavy with life, is not so joyful as …

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