The Site of Mary Stewart Anthony
I am a poet, memoirist, wife, mother, and grandmother hurtling through timeframes from the “silent generation” to be plugged into the 21st Century digital revolution.
Despite the chaos of this infomania media whirlwind, I have found my voice.
I am learning to be a “salty truth teller”, and one who churns the “communal pot” with gusto.
It was Tuesday, September 1st around 8:15 when we left St Jean and crossed over the Pyrenees into Spain. Our first ascent of 12 km. and 800 feet into Valcarlos took us until 4:15 that afternoon. Martes or Mardi or Marsday, became a day of war, no matter what the language. The unrelenting rain, and the unending climb hammered me into an oblivion of misery, and the end of my strength and resolve. I had a breakdown, and met a wall of weakness in my body and soul that nailed me to the ground, and made me crawl over the remaining rocks of this...read more
Our romantic idyll in France slowly came to a happy ending. We had fallen in love again with each other and with France, and now it was time to become true pilgrims. We mailed home a box of our fancy duds, ditched a suitcase, and switched everything into our backpacks: each carrying two changes of trekking gear, toiletries, water bottles and ponchos. John carried 18 pounds. and me, about 13 pounds. We had a “shakedown” cruise by walking 10 km. in the rain from Malesherbes to Boulancourt, and arrived soggy, sore, and happy with our...read more
“Let’s do something significant for our Anniversary next year!” I said, after watching the movie called “The Way”. Then, with no hesitation and big smiles, we both turned to each other and said in unison, “Let’s do it!” Inspired by its depiction of an ancient 500-mile pilgrimage, El Camino de Santiago that began in France, and traversed through the Spanish Basque countryside, we began to dream. (John and I had walked the John Muir trail, climbed Mt. Whitney a few times, and Mt. Shasta about 25 years earlier). So we had earned...read more
A review of “Ghost Boy”, by Martin Pistorius, with Megan Lloyd Davies, Nelson Books, 2013. Thank God for Martin’s parents who overcame deep personal despair in living with a child who had suddenly disappeared from sight. They had ostensibly lost all contact; his “ghost image” lay on the bed, unblinking, unmoving, and unable to tell them anything. His mother had two healthy children to care for, and after the first two years, the weight of watching her sick child slowly die finally caused her to crack, and need psychiatric...read more
You know how it is among friends. It takes real intimacy and trust for someone to share their dream with you. It’s an overarching vision that colors their world and drives the pistons of their soul to pursue that dream to fulfillment, and it becomes a reality (aka: “livin the dream”) No one likes to appear foolish or radical or crazy, or be dismissed as just “a dreamer”. Yet they will risk everything to share it with you. You hear the change in the tone of their voice, and watch them inching closer as if they are about to...read more
Loved Back To Life: How I Found the Courage to LIVE FREE By Sheila Walsh, Nelson Books, 2015. “On the surface I had it made, and everything looked fine-except I was not fine. I had not been fine for a long time. Even surrounded by others, I felt isolated. Trapped by a suffocating anxiety. Restless, though I couldn’t say why. Numbed by a frantic pace. I felt as if I was slowly losing my mind.”(5) This is a cautionary tale of how a Christian TV talk show host, a Women of Faith speaker, a well-known musical evangelist, and a...read more
A lovely Latin word for a “crucible, an earthen pot used to melt metals, or a night lamp hanging in front of a crucifix (i.e., fixed to a cross) or a place or situation in which concentrated forces interact to cause or influence change or development, often creating something new in the process…” explains in part what happened to me from April 4th– May 21st (the time of John’s sojourn in China). T’was not a pleasant season, but certainly a season of growth, exposure, purging, and a wellspring of beauty. It was all wrapped up...read more
“And evening passed and morning came, marking the first day”. Gen. 1:5 “On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, Mary came to the tomb and found that the stone had been rolled away…” John 20:1 Timing is everything in God’s calendar. Genesis is sometimes called the “Book of Firsts”, or “First Mentions”, where first things are indeed first. God and man took their first steps together in the Garden planted for them by their Father, an exquisite place of beauty and harmony. God keeps this actual place on earth...read more
The image of our blue planet passing before the sun An editorial Whether I choose to or not, I am in touch with this blue planet in every possible direction, every culture, every catastrophe, every political fallout, every new government uprising and takeover, all the while knowing the tapeworm of Wall Street will devour someone’s lifesavings if they trust in the bubble-hype again. I lament Having to live in the thicket of global awareness, walking the tightrope of decency through the dizzy media-maze, watching the ice sheets melt,...read more
A Review of “Building Civilization on the Bible” by Jay Grimstead, founder and director of Coalition on Revival, & Eugene Calvin Clingman, Administrator of the International Church Council Project, Nordskog Publishing, Ventura, California, 2014. In the spirit of Martin Luther, Grimstead called theologians and Christian leaders to an “International Council on Biblical Inerrancy” (ICBI) in 1977. They included the following: Francis Schaeffer, RC Sproul, Norman Geisler, JI Packer, DJ Kennedy, Bill Bright and fifty others to form what...read more