Another morning comes and snow falls again, or still. In the middle of winter is when I feel that it will always be here. The cold, the wind, the white. The icy feet, the blankets, the scarves, the boots. …

This girl, I’m looking at her. I recognize her in a way: I remember seeing this picture of myself throughout the years since it was taken, so I remember that it’s a picture of me, and I can figure out that I must have been around eleven years old. But…

Sparrow on a rail. Photo by Kate Hess

There is a sound.

It is beneath the hum of tires cruising across pavement on the distant highway. Beneath the patter of raindrops on asphalt, trees, grass, sidewalk. It is softer than the crush of sneaker soles articulating across the asphalt on this empty street, softer even than the breathing…

“rainy window” by Jo Naylor. Licensed for reuse. https://flic.kr/p/5G4NWM

The day dawns densely clouded. Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles and rain falls steadily. I am around 4 years old and I am kneeling, faced backwards on the living room couch, my chin resting on my folded arms. I watch the rain and the ashen sky lighten ever so slightly…

Insects drawing by Daniel Schellberg. Used with permission.

I walked out the front door that day with a sort of destination in mind. I wanted to walk through tall grass and see what I might see there that I wouldn’t find in the mown grass around my house. I needed to find the butterfly net my daddy had…

Ruth’s house now, photo by Kate Hess

Ruth was born in 1905 in a mid-size city in Iowa. She was the youngest of four sisters, daughter to Julia, an Iowa girl, and to Louis, a Bohemian immigrant who worked as a carpenter and a contractor. Ruth and her sisters all went to college, and she and one…

Oklahoma hills, photo by Kate Hess

When the world began, there was Love.

Think of all the creation stories you’ve ever heard. In each there is Love, shown as two beings sharing love, or as one being extending Love into the Universe. We are created with love and we create with love.

What about, you might…

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