Prettiest pink tulips for our Passover meal on Holy Thursday.
With a nod to Layla’s Mediterranean Grill, we filled our table with pita, hummus, kibbeh, spiced…
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It is holy week. Spring, in all its popping and blooming and rejuvenation is turning the world majestic. I can feel my own slip of…
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I’ve had several requests for a list of our Holy Week traditions. So I thought I’d consolidate them into this post. A reflection on…
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It’s a rainy Palm Sunday with dark clouds sweeping in from the west. And I am remembering this exchange from Lloyd C. Douglas’ book, The Robe.Â
Demetrius,…
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By Easter Sunday the blossoms on our tree hadn’t opened yet, but they were puffing white, like tiny bubble skirts.
Our Holy Week was happy….
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A chilly wind kissed my cheek this morning as we met in the dark to run. Although it is Holy Week, there is still…
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I whisper this phrase to myself as I feed wire over bark, twist gently, and swing a lantern from our tree. Do you know…
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It is Saturday, and in a few hours darkness will pull its shadowy blanket up the side of the mountain. Come morning, light will…
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It was all the chasing of kids in the front yard. The yelling for wanderers, the screeching, the dawdling, the back-arching, the wailing. By…
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Easter Weekend was a lot of things. From festivities to milestones, here’s a re-cap.
It was Egg Decorating.
I’m coming to love this tradition. We only…
