Compassion

Peace is all thee is

HaTikvah – by Aviva Derenowski

The Israeli national hymn is called “Hatikvah” which translates as “The Hope.” It expresses the hope of the Jewish people to settle in Israel, and make it their home, after an exile of two...

Mudslide – by Janette Kennedy

Danger brings us here, where the experts smile and say, “Just a little more time.” In their swagger, we let our secret seed out into the open, to bloom. It is a strong plant,...

Buoyed by a Bloom – by Anne Peek

I was startled into hope by a sturdy bloom. In a murky week filled with fatigue, overwhelm and heartache, I bought a small pot of Gerbera daisies, bright raspberry red to cheer me up....

The 10 Aspirations – by Alison McBain

I. I am one truth of many. Thou shalt respect all gods and religions, not just one. II. Thou shalt not eschew those who make a carved image of faith, for I am a loving...

I Know You Very Well – by Courtney Joan

I know you very well. I know what makes you angry. I know when you are lying, And when you tell the truth. Nothing you do surprises me. You are an easy book to read. And...

Will You Be My Mother?

I had been in Rwanda for a month, tracing the footsteps of the genocide in the ten thousand hills. This was my last morning, alone in the genocide museum near Kigali. The perfect place...

Dementia, Word, This

2013 Honorable Mention (Essay) Grandpa told us flatly that he grew up at the base of Mount Everest. We all laughed, horrified. “Mount Rainier,” my uncle corrected him, after long silence. At my cousin’s wedding...

EXPLORING THE DIVINE FEMININE

Some newly restored frescoes in the Catacombs of Priscilla show what many see as evidence that the early Christian church had women priests. But The Vatican quickly dismissed the claims of the Women's Ordination...

the path and the way

The path and the way The ways the deer take are so clear and quiet feeling. That’s the way I go. I aimed for the river, Found the way, Hearing the water. Now to back track and make a path...

woman’s work

A quiet lives in the ordinary. A woman's work very often lives out of the ordinary. I have been nervous about this woman's silence that is calling me back home. My mom made this quilt for me....