three books, one sunday

I finished three books today that I’ve been slowly working through.

One is for my spiritual direction training program, and we have a group meeting this coming weekend, so I spent the morning prepping for discussions with my cohort. I finished Holy Listening by Margaret Guenther. she writes so compellingly about spiritual midwifery, and I was struck by how much the sections where Margaret speaks on the waiting periods resonated with me. This has been a season of waiting, for all of us, I think. We are waiting for normal, whatever that means. We are waiting for hope. We are waiting for a vaccine, a cure, a new administration to make changes, a new job, a new check, a solution to our problems, whatever they may be. Sometimes it is the waiting that is the lesson.

Holy Listening, Margaret Guenther

I also finished The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse, by Charlie Mackesy. I loved the simplicity and depth of it – and the beautiful illustrations! It reminds me of bedtime stories as a child and also pulled at my inner conflict and growth I’ve been moving through for some time.

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse, Charlie Mackesy

Finally, I finished A Rhythm of Prayer, which is a collection of laments, imprecatory prayers, mindfulness meditations, thought provoking mini essays, poems — all by an incredible collection of sisters from all over the world, different backgrounds, different approaches, different traditions. Curated by Sarah Bessey and crafted for a slow read – I’m grateful.

A Rhythm of Prayer, ed. Sarah Bessey
teach us to love the world again.

What have you been reading lately?

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Heather Hodgson Kuhl is a writer and therapist living with her husband Jon in southwestern Washington, which is to say, not the Portland OR metroplex. she has been scribbling and creating since the age of four. when not working as a full time therapist, Heather can be found eating too many chocolate covered espresso beans, gardening, reading, spending time with her nieces and nephews, or hatching plans to run away to the beach forever and ever, amen.

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