Finding God in Vermont

Finding God in Vermont

When I was 15, I met God in a Vermont meadow. I was riding a horse bareback in the July sun, feeling his warm hide and coarse hair under my shorts-clad legs. I was in the middle of the meadow, which gradually sloped down into a glittering spring-fed lake. The meadows...
The Theology of Trees & Lambs

The Theology of Trees & Lambs

I’m a homebody. Or rather a “housebody.” My preferred place is indoors, especially at my own house. But what if, in God’s plan, he meant me for more? I love being in my kitchen when it’s filled with food, drink, and conversation. I love spending a quiet evening...
Letting Nature Pull Me

Letting Nature Pull Me

I’m not an outdoors person. At least, that’s not how I have ever described myself. After all, I’m not fond of bugs or dirt or rocks, and the outdoors holds a plethora of each. But recently I wondered if I should stop refusing to wear that title. Because my denial...
A Silhouette of Marriage

A Silhouette of Marriage

My father and I shared our minds and Musings one late crisp eve. He beckoned my eyes to descry in the distance A silhouette of symmetry. A towering tree loomed in the darkness. Its branches clouded, its treetop round, Perfectly shaped as by a sculptor’s hand. To a...
Stumbling Upon Spring

Stumbling Upon Spring

Late winter is often particularly dark and dank. My doldrums are deep; the brief respite of sun and warmth too rare. Cranky, I  put one foot ahead of the other, get done what needs to be done, oblivious to subtle renewal around me, refusing to believe even in the...

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