Author Archives: Christiana McQuain
The Playground: Sacred Space
As every child who has sat in school counting the minutes until recess knows, the playground is a sacred space. The bell rings, signaling release from the structure and goal-directed environment of the classroom, and they can’t wait to get … Continue reading
The Playground: Honoring the Spirit
The optimal way to experience this multimedia post is to click ‘play’ on the audio bar and allow the music to play as you read. When I was three years old, my paternal grandfather died. My father was so devastated … Continue reading
The Playground: Not Unspeakable
Since Wednesday’s tragic events at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, South Carolina, I am finding it tremendously challenging to write about “play”. Nine people who were engaged in worship through Bible study were shot and killed by … Continue reading
The Playground: Missing
I woke up this morning and headed straight for the playground, in eager anticipation of all that awaited me there. But I arrived to find something missing. Someone missing. One by one, we friends began to arrive, and we stood … Continue reading
Memorial Day – Sanctuary: Some Gave All
In the sanctuary of my heart this Memorial Day morning, I hold the many thousands of soldiers who have sacrificed their lives in service to this nation. Whether or not you support the military, or our government’s intervention in (or, … Continue reading
Sanctuary: Of the Heart
“I wandered alone in a strange land, And Life seemed so dark and drear, When the sound of a voice seemed to call me And brought to my mind a mem’ry dear; It told of the Joy and the Gladness … Continue reading
Mother’s Day – The Grove: Giving
“Once there was a tree and she loved a little boy very, very much – even more than she loved herself.” ~Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree If you look closely, honestly at your relationship with your mother, regardless of the … Continue reading