For 2020: "A Year of Seeing" A Collection of Poetry and Art that Nurtures a Deeper Awareness of the Spirit's Transforming Presence
Like children running The dappled rays of light squeeze through the branches like children running through their parents’ legs to go outside and play in the grass. They almost giggle as they launch out into the day and join the swallows who greet them there. SH 5/12/2020
Sanctuary Light I slip into the nave for a moment of prayer, which, while it makes my soul sing, also stokes heaviness in my heart that I am sitting here alone, with teary eyes. The light streams through stained glass like it always does this time of day and year, yet never so wonderfully... Continue Reading →
Grandfather Flame The metal doors on the black fireplace in my grandparents’ house had glass windows that glowed orange and bathed the whole room in a warm light as the sun set and I snuggled in her lap while she rocked me. He would let me add logs to the fire, showing me... Continue Reading →
Roots The winds blew strong yesterday and the shrubs, newly planted, were whipped to and fro, so this morning I replanted them and packed the dirt tighter around their roots so that perhaps now they can stand stronger. Because the winds will come again. SH 5/7/2020
Incarnational Resistance The Word became flesh and dwells among us. Why do we so badly want to shove it back? I need to sit here for a while and not think about this. SH 5/5/2020
Bird Meditation When I sit quietly and softly in my chair on the patio garden, beside the sage, when I allow my soul time to pause, to step aside from the noise and the sparkle, when I sit still and silent with my breath with closed eyes and feel the breeze blow... Continue Reading →
A God Who Joins the Flock Stuart Higginbotham I have never really spent much time around sheep, so it is hard for me to really “get into” the Gospel texts about sheep and shepherding. We had plenty of livestock around us as children back in Arkansas, but no sheep. We even had one family... Continue Reading →
Real Presence Two small squirrels leapt off the trunk of the maple tree and ran through the grass. I could not tell if they were barking or laughing, but they meant what they were saying. I keep trying to stand still and wait for what is to be to come into view. When? ... Continue Reading →
A Pandemic Priesthood Stuart Higginbotham This morning, forty-six days after I closed our campus and we moved our shared ministries to our homes and an online platform, we gathered for our weekly Sunday service of Morning Prayer via Zoom. (As an update, we really are getting better at logging in and aiming the camera at... Continue Reading →
