{on writing, prayer and photography}

I have reflected on the idea of prayer and I am reading (with a friend) the wonderful book  Prayer by Hans Urs von Balthasar.  This book is so rich that I’m left both breathless for more, even while being totally flabbergasted by his meaty thoughts.  I find myself studiously copying down paragraph after paragraph.  I will be…

The Stations of the Cross

In a couple of week I will be a part of The Stations of the Cross exhibit in Madison Wisconsin.  It is a collaborative effort among 15 artists and musicians to create a week-long art exhibition as an experience of the 14 stations of the Passion of Christ in the final days of his human life. This…

The Illusion of Enlightenment & the Boob Tube

  My father used to call our television the Boob Tube.  I don’t know where that name comes from, but I always thought he meant if we watched too much we’d turn into “boobs” ie.stupid. Now that I think about it Boob Tube a horrible name in a house full of women. He never really…

a crooked road to home (a poem)

a crooked road by Melody Harrison Hanson December 31, 2009 Mama, I never thought being an adult child would be so hard. being an adult child, of an adult who – is – a – child. Reader. If you’re confused, welcome.  It is a crooked road, full of twists I cannot define.  I cannot see…