Author Archives: amy j howton

it is wednesday morning. glorious thunderstorms. the skies are sharing in this powerful, heartwrenching time of acceptance. hannah died six days ago. through her death, there has been access to Love. the veil, thin and at times, completely dissolved. it is a holy time. all is sacred. in times like these, all is here toContinue reading “thunderstorm”

a couple of weeks ago, i attended a friend’s consecration in her new gig as a priest. the ceremony was beautiful, a time of honoring a new story in the chapter of this community. during the sermon, the meaning of religion was offered, returning us/them to the purpose of faith community. it was pointed outContinue reading “true religion”

summer solstice was tuesday. in the days leading up to solstice and in these days since, i’ve been so tuned in to the power of this time of year. after all, humans have been paying attention to these astronomical patterns in nature since the beginning of time. we have devoted our lives to constructing sacredContinue reading “solstice and a revolution”

my son’s high school graduation is tomorrow. today, marks pentecost in the Christian tradition. last night, was a night of magic as sister-friends and i planned a Feminine Wisdom journey. tomorrow, i begin a week-long Intensive in the Living School. all this to say, initiation is on my mind. initiation: the act of growing fromContinue reading “initiation”

this week i’ve been spinning threads of story related to home, inspired by last week’s celebration of birth. in the weeks leading up to hosting the celebration, i went through a thorough and deep spring cleaning. drawers, closets, shelves all received attention as i followed the impulse to shed. my daughter returning home from college and thisContinue reading “homegrowing”

written 5.22.22 Today is my birthday. I am 48 years old. There is that. And, this day represents so much more–some of which I know; some of which I don’t. And for that, I am grateful. I am grateful to be alive. Grateful to be incarnate, now. I know that today marks my birth forty-eightContinue reading “day of birth”

The TV is running in the background–another episode of The Office And i am by the river in New Richmond, with enflamed Sky Praying to Mother and to Libbie and to the river otter With gratitude for the grief and joy in setting Sun Where the beginning, middle and end Are one.

yesterday was my daughter’s college graduation. it was one of those days that involves plans. big plans. and, it was friday the 13th. the day announced herself when kate ditched walking across the stage, receiving her empty diploma holder and hearing her named called and choose instead a special celebration lunch with family which went…let’sContinue reading “graduation”

Yesterday, the day my son turned eighteen. As I celebrated the meaning of motherhood + mothering, there was breaking news of Roe v Wade standing on the precipice of being overturned by the Supreme Court. Nothing new in the story of reproductive rights in this nation, nothing surprising…and still a gut punch.  Western Christianity hasContinue reading “mother/child, choice, and the Honorable Harvest”

last night i listened to Brene´ Brown and Fr. Richard Rohr on her podcast, Unlocking Us. Fr. Richard’s point about our understanding of God as vulnerable–in addition to almighty–struck a chord. today, i worked with a team on a zine focused on the Genesis creation story. the theme is around “who is my neighbor?” andContinue reading “origin stories”