Along the way I paused to absorb the metaphors and images of this life, which are so precious. Here you will find me when I was brave, pondering, searching, and collecting the images and metaphors like shells upon the beach. She is bare but she.

Do not try to speak, But look at the company you keep When traveling to islands so strange. A blog about geographical and spiritual mysteries. Saturday, August 4, 2012. Vietnamese Gather for Marian Days. Every year, during the first weekend in August, tens of thousands of Vietnamese-Americans descend on the small town of Carthage, Missouri to honor the Virgin Mary for helping Vietnamese boat refugees safely reach the United States more than thirty-five years earlier.

The sound of life flowing, water laughing, precious moments blooming. Friday, September 13, 2013. Hold inside me the pieces I am handed. Others, shards of broken glass. I lay them out on my table. To make sense of them. To make a song that heals them. At daybreak I rise with a weary smile. Then I gather new pieces. Alone at night, again.