Little Bit Broken

Alexandra Jump

  • Mini Resolve

    I have wanted a Mini Cooper for what seems like a lifetime. Started looking at the Mini back in the day when a mini-van was more logical. Then a more serious look when I was back up in Vermont and… Continue reading

  • More Struggle than Stride

    In June I was cleared to resume work 2 days a week while I received  DMSO treatments.  September 25th was my last scheduled treatment and I was officially in remission of IC and cleared for full-time work.   Full time… Continue reading

  • Black Ram Designs

    I have been trying to put things back together,  as if I have returned from a long journey and I need to unpack, wash and put away all the stuff.  Settle back in so to speak. Black Ram Designs is… Continue reading

  • Please don’t paint my fingernails.

      Please don’t paint my finger nails when I am old.  please don’t send me to the beauty shop either. I want my hair to grow long and gray. I want my hair to be brushed and then braided.   … Continue reading

  • A Little Bit Broken

    I love the idea that through our brokenness we are more beautiful. The Japanese have a word for this notion: Kintsukuroi– roughly translated “to repair with gold”. It is the art of repairing  pottery with  gold and silver lacquer, and… Continue reading

    A Little Bit Broken

  • I want to float, not dive

    Not quite ready for the day. I have my tea and mouse is keeping me company.  I kinda want to be all on top of it and hit the ground running, but today I just want to ease into it.  Like… Continue reading

  • Exhaling into death

    It occurred to me yesterday morning that I have been fearful of the role of full-time hospice chaplaincy for two main reasons. The first is that I thought I might get burnt out ministering mostly to folks who are actively… Continue reading

  • I am not a preacher

    Blizzard Well, not really. At least not yet, there is very little wind. Certainly not huge gusts that make the trees creak.  There is heavy wet snow  and walking home tonight was lovely in a surreal kind of way.  … Continue reading

  • Her Name is Mouse

    Last week was a bit of a downer.  Aggie, a recycled parsonage cat came to me when she was 8 and I was just starting seminary.   She kept me company through all the paper writings and theological readings.  In… Continue reading

  • they must have been good talkers

    I love, love, love the world of the internet when this stuff happens.   I got an email this morning from cousin John over in the UK about reading my post on Jump.  He then asked me if I knew… Continue reading