Dear Friends, I write to you from my desk at Beseck Lake. Home. Familiar sights and sounds welcome me, my husband’s patient love sustains me, and memories from Iona come into my heart and dreams. I’m not sure where this pilgrimage experience will lead…
Dear Friends, Thank you for your support and interest for this adventure of mine. The last two days (though on Iona it feels like two weeks) have been full of highs, lows and glorious beauty. I open my bedroom window this morning to hear…
Dear Friends, Before I landed on these shores, people asked “What are you excited about on Iona, Lisa?” My response was, “I’m just trying to stay available.” My hope was not to impose expectations on this experience, other than stand on a windy precipice…
Dear Friends, Good morning from Glasgow! The pilgrims are gathering in this hard-working city, the train station looked like an “industrial cathedral” to me. I am taking in the sights and sounds around me. And tastes too, I tried haggis last night! I am…
“We are not being called to become like another. We are being called to become ourselves and live from the divine depths of our being.” John Philip Newell Dear Friends, Ahhh, the grand invitation to discover and become who we are truly meant to…
Dear Friends, A story for you as we enter the sacred mystery of Easter…. In 1979, when I was 3 months pregnant with our first child, I joined the Vineyard Community in Lenox, MA to rehearse and perform William Gibson’s play, “The Body and…
Dear Friends, The short month of February has flown by and you have not heard from me. My apologies. I have missed our connection and gratefully return to you on this new day, March 1, 2025. This day is important in my world, it’s…
Dear Friends, I write this message to you on Martin Luther King Day, a day of remembering a man that spoke of love as a fundamental quality of our humanity. I am grateful to have lived in his lifetime and seek to carry the…
Dear Friends, As the New Year begins, and we encounter 2025’s movement in our lives, I find myself returning to a childhood memory. I used to sit close, with my teddy bear and blanket, while my mother played her piano. The melodies, harmonies and…
Dear Friends, These tender days of Advent are a gift to me. I watch the local birds peck at their feeders, the Canadian geese stop by the lake on their way south, and a brief snowfall cleans things up, just enough, to enjoy a…