Posts by Dori K


This I prayed:  Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. And then I, at a very tender age, would lie awake pondering my death. A bedtime ritual I could have done without. Maybe I’ve just discovered a root of all my behavior problems. You know the premarital counsel: Never go to bed angry. I lost a lot of sleep over that one too. There is always a new...

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My mom was very creative, extremely talented and had good taste. She sewed tents and prom dresses, made art from nature, sugar easter eggs with intricate scenes inside, decorated cakes and much more. I learned to appreciate how focused Mom could be on her craft amid piles of laundry and dishes. She would not allow housework to interrupt her flow. She knew the value of time away. I don’t mean to brag but I feel like I have plenty of...

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Have I told you the story about our little household of two receiving the call of puberty and menopause at the same time? I’ll save that for another day. Reading to my young Anna and raising her up with all the good wisdom I could muster was living in a thin place, close to God. We discovered Good vs. Evil in the fists full of books we would devour and, with much help, we taught her that Goodness was God-ness; the only way to be....

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It’s about the who, what, where, and why of Time, otherwise known as the Here and Now. Like Gulliver I too could be accused by the Lilliputians of idolizing my watch. Now it displays not only the time but my Calendar and my sacred To Do List and that’s even better. My dad’s big advice was “Plan your work then work your plan”  so I was delighted to discover Ember Days: a Christian practice of setting aside time during the Equinox and...

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I was six in 1960 when my baby was born. Oops! I mean when my mother’s baby was born. I am told that I wanted to “take over”. Remembering back as far as I can, I hear a little girl responding, “Someone has to”. My parents were never fully organized for a brood of five. Mom had been given responsibility for all our domestic needs, was poor to delegate and was co-owner of an ever growing hoard of stuff. It was chaos. Dad worked all day...

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A bookstore (not just any bookstore…one with a good news stand) is where I feel the “Peace of the city” that Jeremiah mentions in 29.7. And yet, it’s in the bookstore where I come face to face with my responsibilities; the ones of which I fall short: curiosity, activism. My bumper sticker says “FREADOM”. If you don’t read, you ain’t free. I don’t read, not enough. But when I am in a bookstore I know there is hope for a better...

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This I believe: Food is medicine and you are what you eat. This makes my personal menu a sacred document. God help my unbelief. I don’t always stick to the menu. I am made up of everything I’ve been exposed to and my cells replace themselves all the time. Habits and Renewal … there is hope for me after all. I’m not sure any of us kids were “planned”. We were the boomers that came after the bombs; the TV dinner generation....

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Nearly every day I am with people who know me and forgive me. What a joyful feeling that is for someone who is a recovering open-mouth-insert-foot sufferer. I am in constant danger of thinking out loud and forgetting boundaries. There is a faux pas resting on my lips always waiting to burst out. Ta-Da! Here is one of my daily confessions: I happily live alone. No, I live beyond alone. I live in peace and solitude: this glorious space...

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My bed is a low profile twin from Ikea that I bought when I gladly downsized to make room for my Aunt who was my housemate and companion for the last five years of her life. Every morning when I get out of bed I think about how, after two years, it is high time I return to my real bedroom and set up my real bed where I can stretch out fully without hitting up against a wall. I will retrieve the down quilt from storage and go back to...

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It is a very interesting perspective from the ancient Jewish tradition of treating Sundown as a pause to the beginning of a new day. Sundown is a beautiful time to stop. Stop work, unplug, sit with God and ask “How shall we spend the next 24 hours?” One sure way to restful sleep is knowing that in the morning I can hit the ground running. Sundown is a time of discernment, when I ponder consequences and shift my priorities. It’s making...

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