Advent and Aurora Dreams
I sat down to write about Advent, but this burst out instead. That’s the thing with Advent. Hope gives you a little nudge and your heart rips wide open. This pi...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Learning "glad and natural living in the recognized presence of God." Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.
The Prayer of the Bur
God, Let me be the bur, sticking on to your wool sock. I am a legless seed, looking for the good soil. Take me with you on your narrow way, through night’...
Noticing November
Hello friends! I haven’t been around much online, as you may have noticed. I have been working hard on my post-concussion recovery. The good news is I am starti...
Blow, Oh Holy Bellows: a poem for Pentecost
Blow, oh holy bellows of God,Whoosh into our dying embersand revive our tongues of fire.Drive the blackened ash from our neglected hearth,and transform our cind...