Creative Meaning Maker
There was no doubt that I was somewhere completely "other" from the moment I got off the plane. It wasn't just the endless sun that never seemed to set as I continued to fly west and west and more west. It was the spicy air and the curved bent of an alphabet that had as… Continue reading Careening Carrots and Welcoming Worship
I can't find the taste I remember. For several months my colleagues and I would gather at a mentor's home where she served us her favorite tea. It was the cleanest, deepest flavor I had ever tasted. I drank my first and last cup of this tea over twenty-five years ago. I've been looking for… Continue reading Tasting and Longing (Psalm 84)
Carla Waterman 