Author name: Kate Hanning

Christmas comes and I pray. May I be present for the deeply holy, twilight emergence of a manger-ed babe. May I, like Mary, hear and obey angelic commands …

Friends talk about their brains, relieved to learn the acclaimed organ accommodates change–even in older age.

I visit friends when a single, laser-sharp bird call pierces the outdoors where we gather. Stunned by its raw beauty and bold delivery, we scan our surroundings for a glimpse …

Change is afoot—a new spirit on the way! Something propels me to gestate, carry and deliver my individual life in service to its coming…

Arriving to the page an unbeliever, I don’t believe Life wants anything from me. Don’t believe Life cares whether I write or not…