It was 10 years ago today that my sister-in-law and I arrived in Pakistan to participate in a 2-week medical relief trip. At the end of the summer of 2010, Pakistan had been overwhelmed by floods with millions displaced. Camps for those who had lost their homes were set up across the country and aid … Continue reading The Return
This morning I met with a dear friend at a coffee shop along the wharf in Boston. Blue sky and warm temperatures had us both exclaiming with delight as we sat outside drinking coffee and eating croissants. Our conversation went from Afghanistan to Islam to culture to cultural schizophrenia to the U.S election to Boston … Continue reading Finding My Way on the Freedom Trail
Sometimes no matter how much you drink, you’re still dry and thirsty. In faith you keep drinking, knowing that one day the season will pass.
A female cardinal heads toward our bird feeder, interrupting my thoughts as I stare out the window. She is not the dazzling, deep red of her mate, instead her beauty is more subtle – a beak that the most beautiful lipstick could scarcely imitate, a warm red hue at the edges of her wings, but … Continue reading On Cardinals and Bread Making
We walked along the ocean on Saturday morning. The sun had not yet broken through the clouds and it was grey and misty. The waves were high, crashing and covering the rocks, receding quickly as another one crashed. I love the ocean. I love it in any weather. I love it for its beauty, its … Continue reading Crashing Waves; Crashing Idols
Every year before our Paschal celebration I write a reflection. I usually write it after a busy day of services and preparation, a quiet moment before heading to the church for the midnight liturgy. This year, like the world around us, has been completely different. Last year we traveled eight thousand miles and spent an … Continue reading The Oxygen of Faith – Pre-Paschal Reflections