Tag Archives: 2020

The Year that Wasn’t

Recently I had the opportunity, after over a year, to visit a friend and have a cup of tea with her.  As we conversed about the ongoing pandemic, she referred to 2020 as “the year that wasn’t.”  At first I thought that was a clever and succinct summary of 2020 when the world was lockedContinueContinue reading “The Year that Wasn’t”

Reflection on the Pandemic

One year ago, on March 13, 2020, the first case of Coronavirus was reported.  Our governor announced that all schools would immediately close for three weeks.  On March 16, businesses began closing and sending their employees home to work.  On March 18, statewide orders prevented gatherings of more than 25 people, closed beaches, and postponedContinueContinue reading “Reflection on the Pandemic”

How Shall We Rise?

This month marks the one-year anniversary of Covid-19 being declared a worldwide pandemic.  I don’t believe this is the type of anniversary where we will fetch balloons and champagne, but anniversaries, like birthdays, invite us to reflect on where we were a year ago and where we are now, along with who we were aContinueContinue reading “How Shall We Rise?”

The Art of Waiting

The year of 2020 will no doubt go down in history with many different names, none very complimentary, but if I could name it, I’d call it “The Year of Waiting.”  We have all waited to see how a pandemic would unfold, having never experienced one before.  We have waited, and are waiting, to beContinueContinue reading “The Art of Waiting”

Soul Song

Ancient guides, ancient paths, ancient stories.  Winter seasons throughout the beginning of time have drawn humanity to seek solace in these places, to discern wisdom in the darkness of shadows.  I have always found it to be Truth that when I am on a journey through the shadows, the Spirit somehow knows what I needContinueContinue reading “Soul Song”

Keeping Hope in Hopeless Times

A neighbor in an adjoining subdivision to ours is Jewish.  At least that is my supposition since the family keeps an 8’ metal menorah cemented to the ground in their front yard year-round.  We pass this house when we head to town, and I’ve come to call it “The Menorah House.”  I am moved byContinueContinue reading “Keeping Hope in Hopeless Times”