As I’m putting today’s post together, a pretty steady rain is falling, making our blue metal roof sing, and there are patches of sunlight out the window. Feels like I’ve stepped into that old Irish blessing.
Still, Small Voice in budding branch,
may we see new mercies and love.
Lilly Khoury, a Christian Arab from Israel, tells a story from her childhood, “The fig tree, the lemon bush, and the pomegranate old tree surely remembered the year 1948 when the family was forced to abandon them. Not a single word was uttered yet silence declared a history of a whole nation. All eyes filled with tears.”
A little segment of a gracious blessing from Jan Richardson’s Beloved Lenten Retreat
a page created during The Way, a small group experience offered through LEAD. I’m thinking about next year and maybe facilitating a group that would explore the material through art journaling. We would meet weekly, beginning Sept. 2014, via an online conferencing tool.