Moments for Common Nourishment

Anna Blaedel

My momma's final gift to me

My momma's final gift to me

By  Carolina Treviño My momma waited until I left the room to die. She was sick, so sick, and had been for so long, and we knew the end was near. All the hospice nurses said it: “Just a matter of days.” So I called my brother in Chicago and he came. And I called my sister in South Carolina and she came. And I called my aunt in California and she came. And all of us together held vigil at Momma’s bedside for a day, then a couple days, then a couple more days, then a week, then a...

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Anna Blaedel

No idle tale, these truths we cry, we bear, we sing

No idle tale, these truths we cry, we bear, we sing

Stories, songs, and poems are sacred when they bear witness to the truths of life and death, of pain and healing. 

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Anna Blaedel

We'd been saving each other for years

We'd been saving each other for years

After all, scripture teaches us that when you sit in the mess, when you do not leave someone to die alone on their cross, when instead you sit at the foot of it and are willing to accompany them to the tomb, then you are there to be first witness to resurrection.

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Anna Blaedel

First, we sit with the end

First, we sit with the end

In seasons of endings, we yearn for beginnings. But if we do not tend to what is ending, if we do not face the losses and griefs that are rending our collective life, there is no space for something new to emerge.

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