Dreaming dreams of psalms

“I felt awe at our stubborn, sturdy defiance”

Moody, muted rainbows feel like dreams of psalms, too. And hope.

Here’s my mid-week round-up of others’ holy labor. I hope you’re enjoying it!

Rebekah Taussig’s thought-provoking essay: My Disabled Body Prepared Me For Motherhood Like Nothing Else Could.

This treasure of a book has been at my bedside all summer long: Denise Levertov’s The Stream & the Sapphire: Selected Poems on Religious Themes.

A doozy of a cultural critique from Anne Helen Petersen at

Culture Study

: The Sterile World of Infinite Choice.

Paul Simon’s new release Seven Psalms has been on Spotify repeat as I write, thanks to this review by Martin Copenhaver in The Christian Century: An old man dreaming dreams of psalms.

On Friday I have my MRI to check how much cancer is left after 6 weeks of chemo. This poem is urging me to believe: “Sometimes” by Sheenagh Pugh (courtesy of SK Mooney, a favorite poetry follow on Instagram). 

And thank you for your prayers.

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