Ann Milliken Pederson
Advent
by Ann Pederson Meditation on blue: (painting by Sheila Agee) The winter night skies beckon me into their starry paths. I wonder where I’d end up if I…
Read MoreFalling Process
by Ann Milliken Pederson We were meant to fall: never created perfect in the first place. Falling is what leaves do best when the season turns from the hot intensity…
Read MoreOn a Bicycle Built for Two—A Tandem theology
by Ann M. Pederson The simple definition of tandem from Merriam-Webster.com: a group of two people or things that work together or are associated with each other. “There is,…
Read MoreBecoming Christ-like Heathens
by Ann Pederson “What is done in the world is transformed into a reality in heaven, and the reality of heaven passes back into the world. By reason of this…
Read MoreMidsomer Murders: Metaphors for the Puzzlement of Why Life is Such a Mystery
by Ann Pederson “Mystery is not a matter of ignorance, not a matter of not knowing enough. Mystery is a matter of richness and texture.” Philip Hefner, Our Bodies Are…
Read MoreAn Expose (to lay bare) on Breast Cancer
by Ann Pederson “There’s no release from reality, no ‘outside’ or ‘beyond’ from which some transforming touch might come. But what a relief it can be to befriend contingency, to meet…
Read MoreENDINGS AND BEGINNINGS
by Ann Pederson Living Until We Die, Dying Until We Live Celebrating life with a how to die party: or What do I want when I am not able to…
Read MoreMEMORIES
By Ann Pederson From The Way We Were, Barbra Streisand sings: “memories. . .light the corners of my mind, misty water-colored memories, of the way things were. . . .Or…
Read MoreYELLOWSTONE
by Ann Pederson About as faithfully as the old geyser spouts off, Gary and I travel almost every summer to my favorite place in the world—Yellowstone Park. I grew up…
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