Ginger Garrett

I was going to an important meeting, so when I merged onto the highway, I pulled to the far left lane. Some people drive; I zoom. This is the reason my friends have kindly suggested that I never put the Christian fishie on my car. (And I know the proper term is Ichthys, but fishie … Continue reading Ask for the Impossible

The last blog post I wrote was about my pledge to meet every wound with love. And then, as often happens, it seems I was due to be tested on this principle. Did I really mean that post? Would I really greet my wounds as a chance to let Love make my life more beautiful? … Continue reading Irma, Harvey and the Wrath of God

Recently I bought a lantern that absolutely enchanted me. Made of tin, an artist had painstakingly punched thousands of tiny holes in the metal, until a breathtaking design of complexity was evident. The plain tin box, when lit from within with a candle, was truly lovely. Its light was nothing like the harsh glare of … Continue reading Let Your Wounds Become Windows