Time is that forward-moving arrow and also, in the freedom of our minds, a gently flowing river. [...]
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When does the green light appear showing us that it’s go-time, when it’s the right time to allow us to begin the inevitable un-tethering we must do from our own child? [...] I am never lost because wherever I am in the universe, that’s where I belong, and so do you. [...] After three years of discussing our future, we decide rooting our family in one place is far more natural than moving with the Navy in turns of two to three years. [...] Perhaps sanctuary is a gift in childhood that must be pursued again in later life once we question assumptions about the importance of attending to daily tasks. [...] Time stood still. Was this the moment I had prayed for? [...] From the earliest times until recent millennia, clothes have been symbols of women’s spiritual, political, and cultural authority. [...] “First thing we do is cut that down,” my husband said as he looked up at the gangly thing. The monstrosity seemed to devour the front of the house. Given the damage to the driveway, I knew that we would indeed need to get rid of it. The people selling the house felt differently, though. [...] Though I grew up with him, I know little about my dad. I know he lost a brother at an early age. I know he majored in history at college and hoped to become a teacher. I know that he likes engineering challenges. His emotions, however, remain a mystery. [...] A wild rose blooms in northern Michigan. As trees are felled around it, as the earth heats around it, as invasive purple loosestrife inches nearer to it, a wild rose blooms in northern Michigan. It is a beacon of beauty, a light to another world, a slight jar in the door out of desolation so that it does not slam shut on goodness and beauty and peace. [...]  |
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