Mission Statement | Complete

To illuminate and articulate the theological authority of women, resonating with and empowering those who have been marginalized, oppressed, and systematically excluded by the church.

Prose No. Six

I wonder why it's so hard for me to choose - to decide - to make a move.

Fear has captured me so strongly in her grip, paralyzed me - almost.

I agonize over if I'm making the right choice, the best choice, who will be affected...

What I want for myself resides somewhere near the bottom of my checklist.  So far down I often forget about it, or can't find it, or get tired of looking for it.

I used to be braver than this.  I don't remember how I lost her {courage} but she has nearly faded away, now.

The baby birds outside my bedroom window flew away today.  

I didn't watch them go, but I'd been stealing glimpses of their preparation for days.

They would stand as near the edge of their temporary home as possible.  Wings flapping wildly, puffing up their little bodies to occupy as much space as they could, crying eagerly.

They were focused single-mindedly on their purpose.

And I stood behind the window, grimacing, whispering worriedly, don't go - you're too little - you're not ready.

But they knew better.  They were ready to go and they did not wrestle over the choice to fly.

Prose No. Five

She

knew it would be hard to go home again.

The house

would be a different color.  

There 

would be a marked change, somehow.

She wanted to replay

small memories, one more time.

Prose No. Four

When over half of the morning disappears in a daze of switching fans on, turning them to (first) blow cool air in and (then) hot air out, trying to find the witching hour when it suddenly becomes hotter outside than in and racing to imprison the house from the heat of the day ... when this is what summer means, I am so over it.

I'd like seven days (okay, maybe five) of eighty degrees and then, fall please.  I'm ready now for crisp, cool air with the hint of a fireplace burning in the early morning, foamy cappuccinos with nutmeg, sweaters, falling leaves.

Or maybe - I'm just ready for an air conditioner.