Month: November 2013


The Burning Bush’s Silence


What did Moses see when he turned from the road and saw the bush which burned, but was not consumed? What does a burning bush look like? How do we know when God is speaking to us if there is no burning bush, no fire? And why, Lord, are you...

the stewardship of our being part of a new creation


  Isaiah 65:17-25 For I am about to create new heavens and a new earth; the former things shall not be remembered or come to mind. But be glad and rejoice forever in what I am creating; This photo above is of such a lovely moment on a pathway at...

stewardship of two concrete slabs ten stories in the air


LIke the Episcopal Church, Mormonism is a branch of the Christian faith full of wonderful aspects of human life but run through with the frailties and insecurities and narcissism of its organizational  leadership. One of my best friends is Mormon and his family is as tight and kind and loving...

the stewardship of our lives in glass and stone


Beneath the cathedral is a stream, or series of streams, which weakens the stone and is why the cathedral was never built out to its full size.  It is currently only about 25% of its design - a picture of the full design one may see in the hallway outside...

stewarding the messy


This image of a vine growing around a steel bar is from a recent walk in the Botanical Gardens. The image seemed to ring a bell in me. Is this not what so often happens in life?  Things in our lives which we find to be simply basic architecture are...

the stewardship of our creativity


When the idea came to me to make this vase for the opening of a show at the New Hampshire Museum of Fine Art, I was making a second version of a piece I had made two years previous but in a shade of jade green with copper leaf rather...

stewarding our detachment


It is hard to describe the importance I place on my dog's presence in the ministry in which I am engaged.  Every day but Friday, I take Kai, my black lab, to the office.  He is silent - never barks - never growls.  Elizabeth Marie, whose office is next to...

drunken light


Who are you that you burst into our ordered lives taking light to strange places when the work we do is what we want lit? Who are you that you disregard the elegance of our creations, that vase we have so carefully purchased and so deliberately placed in a niche...

grilled cheese and silence


This is a grilled cheese sandwich with jalapeno peppers.  This crunchy package of cheesy, spicy, buttery wonderfulness is practically sacramental to me. When I need comfort food, as I do right now, I go to soups and grilled cheese sandwiches. Every culture has their version of comfort food and the...

God and silk: the stewardship of smile


  The bolt of silk on the lower left makes my legs go weak.  The way the color shifts as the light hits the raw silk changes its hue from pale blue to lime and then to yellow as you move - or as it moves.  Or both.  These silks...