Category Archives: Etheree

The sights and sounds of the seaside town are immutable, stored in a sanctuary of special memories.  This place hums its own rhythm, rocking to the beat of the waves on the shore… banishing stress with each breath of salt … Continue reading →

Three daughters. Loving gifts of greatest joy and purest delight to this proud mother’s heart. Forever humbled by these miracles of God’s creation, I am grateful for the chance to be part of the lives of these exquisite souls.  

Pain is an unwelcome, unrelenting, constant companion. It becomes a measure against which all time is gauged. Today, greater than yesterday …hopefully tomorrow will be less. Yet to dwell on pain renders it power.

The night sky dark and vast… stars sparkling within endless space …viewed throughout the ages by scores of humanity …this glittering array of gems cast gloriously in the heavens by the one Creator, the All in All.

Rain slashing the windshield drowning out all sound, its own rhythmic refrain dominating silence, reinforcing the ultimate power of nature to exert its control.  There is no shouting back, no winning… just surviving.

The last snow. Big wet flakes resting gently on tree limbs still bare. Spring bulbs wait patiently just beneath soggy wet ground to thrust upward toward the light only to bloom briefly, then wilting to become memories like the last … Continue reading →

If mercy is given and accepted, it blesses two times. Its power is mighty. The one who grants mercy is compassionate and forbearing. The one who receives mercy is freed from self-righteousness and honored with grace.

God gives us space and time as life forms us. Yes, we need to be in the community helping our neighbors, being compassionate and generous. Yet, we need to feed our own spirits so we may walk with faces lifted … Continue reading →

There is real magic in the liturgy. To commend the words chanted in unison is quite transformative. In the speaking, there is comfort. For once we know it in our heads we are able to pray it from our hearts.

Our world, a fabric of many colors. Lives intersecting randomly and shooting off in parallel directions, then merging together again. Threads woven into a glorious tapestry of life imitating art.