Morning at My Front Door…

“The horns of the morning are blowing, are shining… ” Philiph Larkin I love morning, everyday and in every season! But spring mornings are especially lovely, and I am enjoying the flowers in our yard as they awaken from the barreness of winter, one by one.  

Ancient Mosaic Art

righteous ideals flamed the hearts of ancient saints, I follow their footsteps My husband and I are back in the states and home once again. The flight from Tel Aviv to Frankfurt to the states was uneventful. Just the kind you want! We are exhausted from a very full two weeks of traveling, connecting, enjoying the…

Bittersweet Good-Byes

I love this ancient olive tree on the grounds of the convent here on the hill of Kiriath Jearim. It reminds me of the ancient history of this place, where the Ark of the Covenant was kept for many years. I felt honored to stay here and entered into the blessing and glory of this…

What the World Seeks Most…

On a hill nine miles north of Jerusalem and directly behind the Israeli, Arab village, Abu Gosh, stands a Catholic church called, Our Lady the Ark of the Covenant Church. It was built on the hill of Kiriath Jearim, where Abinadad held the sacred Ark of the Covenant in his house during part of the reigns of King Saul and…

Where is Home?

Tiki, our Cypriot poodle, never has any trouble feeling at home… For the last 12 years, my husband and I have been in the fast lane as far as international travel. It has been a privilege, exhilirating, revealing, and exhausting at once. One year we traveled to three continents in the space of seven days. It was…

Jade Nor Money

These three jade plants set in a windowsill of my house on the first landing of the stairs to the second floor. They make me happy every time I pass… on my multiple trips–morning, noon, and night–up and down the stairs. They are thriving in that sunny, happy place. I moved them around the house a few times…

Spring Mourning

tenderly remove morning’s frost from spring petals, some still mourn winter During the lifetime of Jesus, the Jews had a unique custom pertaining to the temple in Jerusalem. When entering, the people had to walk in only one direction. They moved up the stairs, through the outer courts, inner sanctuary, and down the stairs to exit, all in the same…

Generating Some Salt…

When I am enduring jetlag after an international trip–traveling several time zones and back–I am a notorious insomniac. In the last 24 hours, I have slept only three hours, and the day before only a couple of hours. It catches up with me after a physically and emotionally draining trip, like we just had in Ethiopia. Rarely am I…