Leticia Ochoa Adams posted a link to the Last Day podcast on Wednesday September 20, Your worst day isn't your only day. (<----- direct link to podcast here or below, either way) https://omny.fm/shows/last-day/leticia-your-worst-day-isn-t-your-only-day There are a couple of things to know before listening first, Leticia and Stephanie Wittles Wachs discuss the suicide of Leticia's son, … Continue reading Faith is Messy, don’t worry about cleaning it up
Tag: memory
I know what he meant now
Did you ever have an experience where you remember exactly where you were when you heard the news? I remember with great clarity the moment my parents, who were just nearing 30, had to tell us that Grampa died. The rain was coming down so very hard that we couldn't see much beyond the door. … Continue reading I know what he meant now
The Real Thing
One of my earliest memories of going to Church is way back in the early 70's we were in the choir loft - for what reason I'm not sure it may have been three little girls, or the Church was crowded, whatever. This particular morning during the homily the Priest, using a film projector, … Continue reading The Real Thing
Remember…
I write for many reasons that primarily live in my heart, and mind. I write to think, to pray, to listen, to hear, to express, to give voice to faith, to give voice to how faith influences quilt making. I write to preserve the memory of life as it is sometimes beautiful, sometimes messy, always … Continue reading Remember…
The Easter Vigil
The Readings for the Easter Vigil are rich, full, and deep. Re-presenting, telling our faith history all in one moment. When all of the readings are included, there are options, the Mass is quite long. It's also my favorite Mass of the year. This Mass contains within it the breadth and depth of who we … Continue reading The Easter Vigil
Come to the Quiet
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ODSx0UfAcA You may have noticed I like to think a lot. The last few days I've been thinking about and dealing with a bout of grief. Grief happens when it does. There is no rhyme or reason. Sometimes it nibbles at my toes like gentle waves while I stand at the edge of the ocean; … Continue reading Come to the Quiet
A Quilter's Heart 