Nature – Red Tent Living

Topping the Soul

My father and I argue about trees. I once had a beautiful red maple in my front yard. My husband and I envisioned it natural and towering, shading our bedroom from the fierce summer sun. When it was planted my oldest son hid secret notes in the hole to be buried among the roots. It…

Once and for All Eternity

By: redtentwomen December 30, 2022November 22, 2022

Faith, Monthly Themes, relationshipsdeath of a sibling, Eternal Love, Jean Masukevich, Loss, Nature, Sisters2 Comments

“What you have loved you can never lose.” – Helen Keller About a week before my sister passed away, I was dancing with her in her kitchen in a dim light. I asked her to focus on her breath as I focused on mine. Together we danced as the spirit filled and danced between us.…

What It All Means

Snooze, snooze, snooze. One week ago, four days ago, thirteen hours ago. As the dampened street reflects an early Saturday morning shower, my email inbox sprinkles out reminders set from the past week. A musical playlist, a “must read again,” and “your story doesn’t end here” (thank you, God!) fill the subject lines of emails,…

The Robin

By: redtentwomen June 17, 2020June 16, 2020

UncategorizedAnxiety, Change, Letting, Madeline Bialecki, Nature, Summer4 Comments

Last week, a robin built her nest in a nook on my garage. I wonder if this is the same robin who had a nest there when I first moved into this house seven years ago. (I admit that I don’t know much about how long robins live or their behavior.)

Rhythms of Comfort

By: redtentwomen June 8, 2020June 3, 2020

Day to Day, Faith, The Home, TravelHome, Nature, Shannon Brink, uprooting, wonder4 Comments

Whiplash. Home is a word we don’t understand. Moved abruptly from countries and continents, from a place of dust to concrete, in days. From the land of never enough to more than enough to spare. Whiplash.

Whispers in the Wind

By: redtentwomen July 26, 2019July 20, 2019

Day to Day, Faith, LiteratureJen Arendt, Nature, Noise, Poetry10 Comments

As I sit in stillness in the sweet little oasis that I call my backyard, I am filled with joy to share the stirrings of my tender, grateful heart. Being outside in God’s creation has a magical way of calling forth the deepest parts of my being. It’s as if I truly come alive. It’s…