Pittsburgh Theological Seminary
Grounded in Faith, Formed in Community
Sometimes my mom talks with her hands As if what is bundled inside Her feelings, thoughts, emotions, meanings, motives, intentions, passions All that constructs the fluid terrain of intangibles Within this elemental entanglement Were locked and needed escape And could only through painting a narration In the dance of her fingers The slide of…
This has, thankfully, been a mild winter in Pittsburgh (the picture above comes from 2010). Still, this year as every year, Lent began while winter still held sway. Indeed, even now, with February at long last over and done (how strange that, according to the calendar, February is the shortest month of the year!), the…
I am living in a hotel room this week. The wallpaper in my hotel room is textured, and patterned to look sort of like bamboo or rattan or something. It was hung circa 1989, along with the colorful parrot portraits that preside over the two full sized beds in the room. Said beds are festooned…