This year I’m wondering if gratitude is more about my eyes. Is gratitude about seeing the things around us in a more generous lens?
This year I’m wondering if gratitude is more about my eyes. Is gratitude about seeing the things around us in a more generous lens?
As we approach Thanksgiving, I am mindful that the “first thanksgiving” meal in 1621 was a hunted harvest feast. Reports are that colonists hunted wild turkey for the celebration, and Wampanoag hunters brought five deer. Hunting was essential to survival.
While Joyfield Farm isn’t unique, we are countercultural. Are you part of this counterculture, too? It’s simple. Be willing to need someone.
As I approach my first Day of the Dead (Dia de los Muertos) with no living grandparents, I think about how I will not share a meal with them again until I join them. This leaves me reflecting on what ways of honoring and remembering my ancestors can fit into my Mennonite practice.
Did you know that the pumpkins we decorate our porches with are a significant contribution to climate change? Landfills are the third greatest producer of methane, and the majority of pumpkins end up in the landfill, rotting into methane and leachate.
Summer is over, and fall is here. Changes are everywhere, including in the garden. At the transition of a natural season, I want to take a closer look to find lessons for navigating seasons of life.
The benefits of sunflowers in our lives are many. They attract bees, butterflies, and birds; they enhance soil; they provide food for us and wildlife. Did I mention they are beautiful?!
The Bible contains over 3,100 unique, named characters. And we get intriguing stories about unnamed characters, too.
Shame steals determination and willpower. And we don’t overcome shame with willpower. Shame is overcome by grace. Shame can’t be beaten; it must be released.
I love the wisdom of Sabbath, even if I often find it challenging. Could stepping out of the kitchen one day a week be a proactive practice that helps me keep showing up with joy for cooking on the other six days?
This month as I write again about fasting in solidarity with the people of Gaza, I feel more hope. It’s morbid, angry, and grief-ridden, but it’s hope.
