When someone close to you dies, there is a lot of paperwork to tend to.  Call it the business of bereavement.  Fortunately, Bruce and I had made the decisions around what would happen to our bodies when we died and we’d paid for it ahead of time.  At the time, it felt really good to manage those details and share them with our kids and then tuck them away because we couldn’t imagine that we’d need them anytime soon.  We were both very healthy and we were looking forward to ma

It is Candlemas in the life of the Church, the day when we remember the presentation of Jesus to the priests in the Temple in fulfillment of Jewish laws of purification. Forty days after Christmas Day,  it also marks the end of the Cycle of Light in the Church and is the day we typically bless candles for use in our congregations and homes in the coming year.   In some cultures this is the end of the Christmas season, so if your Christmas decorations are still up, now’s the t

Yesterday between worship services a member of our congregation approached me, a  bit hesitantly, and offered me a gift.  He wanted to tell me that he’d felt Bruce’s presence at Gloria Dei in strong and remarkable ways lately.  He said that he remembered how, during the closing hymn, I would always stop and step into the pew with Bruce, to sing the final stanza or two.  He said he could sense Bruce with me and he hoped I didn’t find that strange.   I found it….lifegiving.  br

For the past few days, Olympia has been engulfed in fog. Early in the mornings, that fog has felt frozen and cold and walking in it stings. It feels very much like a metaphor for grief. The grief that walks with me as I miss my Beloved. The grief of and for a country that has, frankly, lost its moral compass. Other griefs, too tender to name out loud, but whose very presence make it seem that having any sense of seeing a way forward is an impossible thing. Whenever Bruce and

Dear Ones….last week was hard.  It was hard in our lives as a nation and it was hard for me in my vocation for reasons that I won’t get into here but found me deeply disappointed.  It was a hard week for me with some relationships that have been long fractured and that from time to time bring sorrow back to the forefront.  The pace of my work and last week’s schedule also meant that I had almost no time available to me for the important work of reflection and discernment.  It

It’s Epiphany Eve!  Technically.  Although that’s not really a thing.  Nevertheless, tomorrow is the feast day of the Epiphany, the twelfth day of Christmas.  It’s the day we remember the arrival of the Magi at the manger, although scholars believe it would have taken them about two years to get to where they were going.   I’m reminded of what New Testament scholar Mark Allan Powell has to say about the magi. Powell notes that the writer of Matthew’s gospel, where this story

I’m writing this morning from bright and sunny Los Angeles, where I’ve been since the day after Christmas.  I flew back with Tay, who calls this sprawling city home, and we’ve been enjoying our time together ever since.   Here are some things I wish I could share with you in person: The sunshine.  It’s clear and bright and I’m super thankful I remembered to bring my sunglasses.   The ‘warm’ temperatures - you know, mid-high 60’s.   The fresh flowers and fruits and vegetables

Last night I drove up to the airport on the darkest, shortest day of the year, in the rains that have persisted, to retrieve our daughter for the Christmas holidays.  Luckily, traffic was light and we came home to a warm house filled with her brothers and her sister and her niece and nephew and lots of hugs and laughter and good food and singing.  Happy Birthday.  Jingle Bells.  And some song the boys learned at camp about not washing black socks.  (What???)   And sitting the

I awoke this morning to the sound of the rain and winds returning.  Washington and much of the PNW has been in an atmospheric river weather pattern, which is an apt descriptor for what it looks like outside.  We’d had a break over the weekend, but we knew this was coming.  My prayers are with everyone in danger of flooding and landslides and with those already impacted.   Last week I attended a grief group.  (Birdwalk: Gloria Dei has an amazing Grief Group, but this is not th

It’s true, what they say about Christmas being for children. At least in part that’s true. I just returned from spending the weekend with my sweet grand babies so their parents could take some time away. We baked Christmas cookies with lots of sprinkles and watched a Christmas cartoon and marveled at their beautiful tree - there in all of its glory, behind a gate they’ve constructed to keep the very adventurous almost one year old from pulling it over. The two and a half year

Last Friday my Inboxes all contained the same message:  You Did It.  What I had done was make it through my first Thanksgiving since Bruce died.  And, I obviously did.  In some respects, the anticipation of the day was harder than the day itself, which was filled with the gift of family and food.  Babies have a way of being an excellent distraction.  Mine (my grandchildren) are two and a half years old and ten months old.  And are they ever fun!  Their parents hit the easy ba

I’m taking some time off this week, ostensibly to prep the foods without which our family cannot acknowledge or celebrate a holiday (deviled eggs, strawberry pretzel “salad”, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, and pecan pie).  I also thought I might unpack some boxes and continue to find homes for things.  And address holiday cards so they can arrive in your mailboxes with my new address on them. But when I was writing yesterday’s post I noted that I dislike the word “widow” and th

It’s Thanksgiving week so Hello There, to another of the terrible “firsts”.  More about that maybe even later this week.  I went to dinner last night with two parishioners who are also widows.  (Birdwalk:  I don’t like the way that word actually sounds.  Where did it come from?  Am I resistant to it because of what it means?  Word study coming with coffee later today).  Anyway.  One of these women is about to experience her wedding anniversary this week and so we toasted to t

The move to a new home is mostly complete.  A few things remain in our former home, but for all practical purposes, I’ve relocated to a cozy space just a couple of miles from the home Bruce and I shared.  Home, as I’ve noted before, is as much a feeling as it is a place.  Of course, this means that the home I had in Bruce is also gone.  And while that is true of a physical space that we shared together, it is true in a much deeper way.  In each other:  in each other’s presenc

Last night my daughter made the observation that there seems to be grief everywhere we turn.  And that feels true.  Hardly a day passes that I don’t meet, either in real life or online, someone new to me who is living with grief.  Who is lamenting a loss.  Who is mourning.  There’s an explanation for this, in science, of course.  It’s called the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon or, the frequency illusion.  This cognitive bias occurs when you encounter something new, like the loss of

Yesterday the Church observed All Saints Sunday.  This is the day when many congregations say the names of those who have died in the previous year and ring a bell and light candles and it has always, always, always been one of the most meaningful of liturgies to me.  And we sing.  We sing For All the Saints and maybe When the Saints Go Marching In and I Sing A Song of the Saints of God (really, ELCA, how did we leave this gem out of our hymnal?)  The Gospel reading this year

I’m taking some time away from work this week, in part because as the end of the calendar year is in sight, I have some unused vacation time I must either “use or lose”.  And in part because I’m tired, or as the Germans would say Ich bin müde.   And, reluctantly, I need to shift into full on relocation mode soon.  When Bruce and I first moved to Olympia, we weren’t sure about neighborhoods and homes.  We searched the Zillow listings for both Homes for Sale and Homes for Rent.

Ah, technology, social media, and those small computers we carry in our pockets all day.  They all let us keep up with each other and life in ways we might not have imagined even a decade or so ago.  On Friday morning I spent an hour chatting with our dear cousin, Sally, who is in…..Ireland.  The use of a free app meant we could leisurely talk about laundry and life as well as worry about the state of this nation and the world as well as remember things about Bruce together. 

Did you ever have possession of something that, by all rights, belonged to someone else?  A friend of mine tells the story of her free-spirited, “hippie” aunt, who was disowned by their conservative, stuffy larger family.  When my friend’s grandmother died, it was this singular aunt who did not receive anything from their childhood home, which was full of memories, and held nothing of any monetary value.  A couple of decades passed and my friend’s mother died, leaving her to