Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
Why is holding a baby so joyful and healing? I've had the pleasure twice in the past several days: one a sleeping infant and the other, a feisty five-month old. One a beautiful, angel-faced girl, the other a juicy, sweet-faced tot with loads of dark…Continue
Added by Cathy Barney on 7th mo. 31, 2012 at 2:33pm — No Comments
It hit with a thud the other day, though it's been rattling around awhile forming. Probably even an unexpressed thought at some point, that's how it works with me. Now it's starting to sink in, taking root. I am supposed to live based on God's direction in my life; not my own, or worse, not in comparison to others.…Continue
Added by Cathy Barney on 7th mo. 28, 2012 at 10:12am — No Comments
My brain working:
This is highly unusual: sitting down to write and really struggling with something to…Continue
Added by Cathy Barney on 7th mo. 25, 2012 at 10:28am — No Comments
It may be too late for Angel and Alivia, Jordan and Jihad, but witnessing how they blossomed in the art room will never leave me. In fact, it drives me to (re)create that crucible for others: kids…Continue
Added by Cathy Barney on 7th mo. 21, 2012 at 7:30am — No Comments
Over the weekend, I had the privilege of introducing a non-swimmer to the water for the first time and it was exhilarating for me. I can’t, exactly, speak for her, but she seemed relaxed as I left her … floating.
Added by Cathy Barney on 7th mo. 17, 2012 at 9:50pm — No Comments
If someone had predicted a year ago that I'd be studying astrology, I'm not certain I would have believed them. I didn't have a real grasp of what it was or what it could reveal. Only knew the horoscopes in the daily paper that rarely echoed my life. I am still far from absorbing much of anything, however, am beginning to see its function as another venue for knowing oneself more…Continue
Added by Cathy Barney on 7th mo. 13, 2012 at 1:53pm — No Comments
Today, as I was wiping the dust and cobwebs off five 1938 theater seats, I realized that how everything I have been collecting – items as well as lessons and experiences, even people – is playing a part in my current endeavor of opening a nurture studio and offering under-served kids an eclectic art exploration.
Last week, I packed my girls and myself up, dropped one off at Quaker camp, then, drove the other with me to a wonderful Quaker retreat week we’ve previously attended. We arrived at dinner. I warmed up to the query that evening, “How do you confess God’s goodness?” and…