Forsythia, for the sound of the word and the hope conjured in my heart whenever I see its first buds after a long winter.
Root, for the longing to have a place. Writing has always seemed to me like pins in a map, marking where I’ve traveled, and if I can’t be rooted in one place, I’d at least like to know where I’ve been.
I started this blog to chronicle our summer on Whidbey Island, where my husband Dan and I interned at a lovely and loving congregation in the Puget Sound. When I got back, I didn’t want to stop the writing routine, so the rest of the blog reflects on my life here in Michigan, where I finished seminary and now work as editor of RCA Today.
I also love to garden (though at the moment it’s entirely indoors and made up of succulents; even the herbs have gone to live with my sister), go walking, practice yoga, listen to episodes of This American Life, and brush my teeth. Once, mentioning this last fact actually scored me a Sonicare toothbrush. I’ve never been happier.
You can contact me at forsythiaroot (at) gmail (dot) com.
I’m thankful to the gracious Diana Brennan for letting me use her photography for the little icon that shows up next to my comments and next to the URL in your browser window. The photo of me on this page was taken by my husband Dan.