For March, Red Tent Living is reflecting on the following words, “Is This Life?”. We invite you to join us, or to consider exploring the idea further with a Red Tent Dinner.
Below, you’ll find the latest from the Red Tent Women. We invite you to ponder, comment, and share. Above all, we hope you’ll take part.
I am a refugee, just two generations removed.
At age 15, my grandfather, Alexis Leon Kolshanov left Wirballen, Lithuania, through Estonia, and boarded a ship for New York. His father insisted he leave for his safety. Something was politically amiss in his homeland, and whispers of “relocation” and “extermination” filled the quiet corners of dark bedrooms late at night. Continue reading “Life forgotten, or life remembered? You choose”
I find it hilarious that women can “teach” but not “preach.” Can someone please show me, what the difference is? If a man is talking about God, it is preaching. But if a woman is talking about God, then it is “teaching” or “sharing” because “preaching” is only for men…does anyone else see how silly this is?! Continue reading “Why Not Women?”
I’m finding myself in a strange sort of liminal space as I await the birth of my daughter. She’s with us, but not quite here. We’re standing at the threshold of what will be, counting down the days until we can fully step into this new season of life. Continue reading “Shifting Seasons”
I am writing today while traveling on a high-speed train between Paris and Barcelona. Outside my window, medieval villages, with their ancient churches, rustic houses, and palatial chateaus, dot the French countryside. There have been moments in the last week we’ve been traveling Europe where I’ve had to remind myself this is real, and not a dream. Continue reading “Reimagining Rest”
I felt foolish. I tried to not take her remark too “severely” into my heart. It wouldn’t have been good to myself given the rigorous day ahead. This poised and beautiful woman ardently said that she wasn’t fifty years old! “Oh, I am sorry,” I apologized. “I must have heard wrong. You have five children? Oh, my goodness! I had no idea. How old are you, anyway?” Continue reading “Breathing In Grace”
On the afternoon of February 14, my school was buzzing with more than the usual amount of middle school energy. Teachers had exchanged the school colors we usually wear on Wednesday for red attire in celebration of Valentine’s Day. Student council members were dressed up to deliver singing valentines to their classmates. The hallway was littered with scraps of foil from Hershey’s kisses, and girls carried long-stemmed carnations they had received that morning. Continue reading “Courage in the Contradictions”