Kiana Grant Photograpy In the visible world of nature, a great truth is concealed in plain sight: diminishment and beauty, darkness and light, death and life are not opposites. They are held together in the paradox of “hidden wholeness.” In a paradox, opposites do not negate—they cohere in mysterious unity at the heart of reality. Deeper still, they need each other for health, as my body needs to breathe in as well as breathe out. But in a culture that prefers the ease of eit

“I prefer catching over fishing.” I’ve heard my husband say this on multiple occasions. He who lives on a lake, and dabbles in the sport....

A poem for wedding week... You’ve taken my water and changed it to wine, Where once I saw duty I glimpse the divine, You’ve taken my old...

And He asks me, like the apostle, To be a manager of the mysteries. Which explains, I suppose, this tension, this desperation. To reach...

What, I wonder, is the real wonder of Christmas? An evening walk holding a favorite mittened hand, scrunch-crunch of hard-packed snow,...

BABY NASH This is something I want to remember. Yesterday’s baby suddenly turned toddler. Chubby fingers curl and unfurl in unmistakable...

Delight. Full-body hug-snuggles from my wooly-coated granddaughter on the evening of my fifty-fourth birthday. Wonder. Cloudy November,...