Tag: hope
member name: Christin Lore Weber
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January 22, 2006 02:26 PM EST --
My friend, who still belongs to a Catholic community of religious women, wrote this past summer to tell me that their motherhouse was closing. "The ritual of leaving will be Sunday, August . . .
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July 07, 2008 04:36 PM EDT --
Because of the late rains, the oak leaves still shine and look new as they did in May. The grasses have not survived the several weeks of sunshine so well, though, and bend in burnt gold around the dusty . . .
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October 16, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Waves call me to my origins.
They are the waves of my blood; the waves of my breath, my thoughts, my emotions; the cycles of my creations; the tides of sleep and waking, of my watery dreams.
Waves bear . . .
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August 19, 2007 04:45 PM EDT --
A Promise Made By Children
I fell in love with John on an unseasonably warm March night in 1958. I was seventeen; he was eighteen; both of us were about to graduate from high school in the small border . . .
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June 02, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
Last night, June 1. I was supposed to be in Minnesotagiving a talk and introducing my new book, CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES. But my husband’s health emergency kept me home. Dear friends from Minneapolis, . . .
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January 15, 2006 07:58 PM EST --
(For two long years my husband battled Central Nervous System Lymphoma, an insidious form of brain cancer that until recently had no viable treatment. He is now in total remission. I wrote this two months . . .
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September 14, 2007 12:06 PM EDT --
John, who is essentially a Minnesota boy though he lived all those years in California, has caught the winterizing bug. Batten down the hatches! Yesterday morning he drove the Mule down the hill to the . . .
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October 14, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Resistance is a habit of fear. I have ways of resisting Light that are so subtle, I swear I have not caused my own blindness. "I can't" . . .
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November 23, 2005 03:58 PM EST --
I'm making Mama's Date Bread as I've done every Thanksgiving eve since childhood when she let me cut the sticky dates and break the walnuts for those loaves her own mother once taught her to . . .
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February 19, 2006 02:12 AM EST --
I do not want merely to live; I want to engage life. I want to squeeze life like a tree-ripened orange, to carry life like a child. I want life to be my lover. I want to breathe deeply and fill my lungs . . .
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February 16, 2006 01:26 PM EST --
The mountain is a face turned to the sky. I watch her each morning and imagine that she gazes into the unfathomable universe hoping for a glimpse of God. I watch and wait with her, lifting my eyes. . . .
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October 06, 2006 01:22 PM EDT --
Only the clear see clearly. The pure of heart see God. I once knew a translucent person, an old nun, thin as an altar candle, eyes like flames. She was completely clear; she harbored no lie. And the lies . . .
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June 12, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
(My husband's Central Nervous System Lymphoma returned after two and a half years in remission. The following is reprinted from my online journal of heallng at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/johnandchristinweber --we . . .
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August 14, 2007 01:59 PM EDT --
TANNER’S STONES
Outside the open door to our balcony overlooking the Pacific the sky is just turning a soft coral. A fishing boat makes its way out through the channel to the ocean, and over it . . .
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July 27, 2007 01:07 PM EDT --
9:21 AM
John just gave me a kiss, said “see you in an hour,” and the anesthesiologist wheeled him into the angio-room for his blood brain barrier disruption and chemotherapy. I no . . .
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November 19, 2008 11:36 AM EST --
Seven months have passed and John's still gone. This morning the half moon gleamed overhead and in the east a fiery dawn lit the clouds behind the mountains. I reflect now on how accurately Joan Didion . . .
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May 31, 2007 12:13 PM EDT --
We’d come to the evening of a warm, warm day. When the outside air cooled more than the inside air, John and I went out to take a stroll around our yard. Seems it was a big deal, because Rita . . .
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