Author: nlondon36

Peace lies broken, her wings crushed under the weight of tanks. The old hollow words of peace on earth good will towards men will not raise her up, will not put wind under her so that she might fly again with the olive branch and a promise of renewal and hope restored. Because peace lies … Continue reading new prayers

When my mother locked the front door of my childhood home for the last time, she might as well have doused it with kerosene and lit a match. Every report card and award that said how smart I was, every pencil line on the door frame marking my growth, every homemade valentine my little hands … Continue reading home

I am walking a labyrinth with a seashell pressed to my ear. I am sand flowing through an hourglass. I see my great grandmother in a burning village. I hear the Cossacks ride in and begin to shoot. She is folding an origami bird, a white dove that she casts upon the winds and water. … Continue reading the holy ground of sorrow

Equinox. Changing daylight, changing seasons, cycles of the moon and movements of the sun. A moment to stand still, gather my intentions and send up prayers. I pray to be open to what life tosses me today - a sick friend on the other end of the line, a neighbor in crisis, a nameless worry that nips at … Continue reading equinox

When I saw the small ad for a hospice social worker I was zapped, the current straight from the hand of the merciful goddess into my broken heart. It was the year after my mother’s suicide, and my intuition was screaming that only the dying could bring me out of the land of shadow, back … Continue reading soft candies and hard whiskey