This is me . . . and my family. (I'm the one in the middle with the little boy who doesn't want to be photographed.) My sweet friend from Katie Spencer Photogrpahy offered to take pictures of us in the fall of 2014 and, even though we were all under-the-weather and over-tired, we headed to a local park for a few pictures, then took a couple more at home.
These pictures tell you a number of things about me, for instance, I am a Mom.
I have four kids and a wonderful husband.
You'll also notice that it is nearly impossible to get two three-year-old boys to pose for pictures.
I share these pictures because they offer perhaps the clearest indication of the context from which I write, speak, and live. The majority of my time is spent at home doing what most of our cultures considers to be menial labor. I check on the chickens every day, prepare multiple meals and wash dishes and laundry by the mountain-load. I light fires, haul wood, and shop, shop, shop for the trappings of a modest family of six.
There's a lot, though, that these pictures don't show - not exactly anyway. Like the fact that I graduated from seminary in 2004 with a Master's of Divinity and taught Introduction to Biblical Studies at a local college during the early years of motherhood. You cannot tell by looking at me that I trained as a Chaplain at a Regional Trauma Center the year I was pregnant with my oldest or that I'm worked for a little over a year as an Assistant Pastor in a church plant the year before the twins arrived.
I'm realizing now that my life is full, very full. And that is the place from which I write.
I write about mothering through the eyes of a pastor; I write about faith with hands chapped and calloused by loving labor in the kitchen and yard; I write about darkness and light, love and fear, with the heart of one who has listened to the hopes and fears of others and who has struggled through her own seasons of fear and faith.
If you take a little time to look around here (and I hope you do), you'll see that I write a good bit of poetry and, like a poet, my prose focuses most often on areas of surprising synergy - the way lighting a fire in the wood stove informs my faith or a three-year-old's midnight questions shed light on the wonders of the world in which we live.
I offer Spiritual Direction out of a retreat house on our property here in Boiling Springs, PA and also online via Skype. I also offer a number of retreats and workshops throughout the year, which will usually be highlighted here on the blog.
I used to believe life was a highway - a one way road with a clear destination. I've taken a lot of detours, though, and picked up a lot of traveling companions. Now I try to think of life as more of a field, filled with paths to wander and beauty to discover - something like a field of wildflowers.
I want to thank you for taking the time to be here, to read, to explore and I hope you've found a sense of presence and welcome.
If you would like to get in touch with me, you can leave a message here or contact me through my facebook page, A Field of Wild Flowers, I'd love to hear from you.
This picture shows you that I love bright colors and kittensand often can be found in the kitchen cooking while wearing both.