Magic Near the Atlantic

Flash of red
cardinal in the trees
Flutter of orange
butterfly over the beach
Flash of silver
bluefish over waves
Flicker of bright
fireflies in the night
Flash of lightning
from a thunderstorm
Flex of arching color
in a rainbow over the sea

– Karen Molenaar Terrell

Ode to the Dads

podcast link: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/karen-molenaar-terrell/episodes/Ode-to-the-Dads-e2folnv

I got an ad in my email with a suggestion for a gift for Dad for Father’s Day. It gave me a little jolt. Dad has been gone for more than three years now. I always bought him a shirt for Father’s Day – usually with blue in it to match his Dutch-blue eyes. And it always tickled me when he actually wore those shirts.

I miss him.

Dad and my husband, Scott, are wonderful examples of fatherhood. Here’s a poem for them:

Protecting and guiding
nurturing, gently widening
our world and helping hone
our skills so if we’re alone
we can survive on our own

Sharing joy and adventure
never there to censure
helping us become who we already are
-Karen Molenaar Terrell




First Review for *Looking Forward*!

Looking Forward: More Adventures of the Madcap Christian Scientist has its first review on Goodreads! I’m sitting here, all teary-eyed and grateful for the kindness in this review.

Maryjmetz writes:

“Karen Molenaar Terrell’s latest, Looking Forward, is another pretty darned inspiring and comforting book. It covers the period between 2014 and 2023 so, as she herself notes, an eventful period in every way: the death of both her parents, a world-wide pandemic, a certain President and his followers. The individual pieces were written as events happened so Karen doesn’t necessarily know how things are going to turn out any more than the reader does, but she generally manages to convey her expectation that things will be okay. More to the point, she acts in such a way as to somehow make things turn out okay. Without being preachy in any way, she shares her belief – no, models her belief—that Love is in ultimate control, while her own day-to-day actions make the world better: buying shoes for someone in need, teaching at an alternative high school, treating the other candidates with respect when running for her local school board, or just appreciating the beauty that exists everywhere.

“What I love about Karen’s writing is how genuine and truthful she always is; she isn’t some starry-eyed innocent who believes everything she is told nor is she ever full of herself for being so clever (but when you read about all the stuff she teaches at that alternative high school you recognize there’s not much she doesn’t know or can’t do). She acknowledges her own doubts and her own failings, but seemingly never lets that stop her from doing what she thinks is right. Her positive outlook, a result in part of her Christian Scientist beliefs, never feels forced and so she somehow manages to make me feel more positive and hopeful when I read her, though I don’t share her faith and, in general, tend towards pessimism.

“I wish I. could do the spirit of the book justice with this write-up, but I’m not the writer that Karen is.”

Irrepressible Power of Love

I’m feeling it tonight
the irrepressible power of Love, Truth, Life
unfolding in marvelous glory
in front of me
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

“Spirit, God, gathers unformed thoughts into their proper channels, and unfolds these thoughts, even as He opens the petals of a holy purpose in order that the purpose may appear.:
-Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health


(The image below is from NASA, taken by the James Webb Space Telescope.)

Love Is Always Here

Fretting and frittering my day away
trying to keep my little ego fed and coddled
worrying about stuff that doesn’t matter
one jot in the grand scheme of things
searching for happiness in all the wrong places
and my thoughts suddenly stop
spinning and settle softly
I hear Love’s voice:
“My precious child. You are loved
without end.”
I don’t need to wait for Love
I don’t need to work for Love
I don’t need to earn Love
Love is always here, always mine
Forever and ever
Amen.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

podcast link: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/karen-molenaar-terrell/episodes/Love-Is-Always-Here-e2folvh

June Perfume

locust trees and lupines
and pungent pine pollen and wild
roses growing along the river
and green grass just-cropped
send their sweet scent
wafting on gentle winds
past my nose
-Karen Molenaar Terrell, from *Since Then*
https://www.amazon.com/Since-Then-Karen-Molenaar-Terrell-ebook/dp/B09LHV3RCC/

Rooted and Grounded in Love

I’ve been told there are people who have lived
in my community for “generations” and I think
about the wonder of that – of families putting down roots
that grow deep and old and connect them to the land
of grandparents and great-grandparents and great-greats.

And I think about my family – scattered across continents –
and none of us have spent a lifetime living in one house,
one town, one community, on the same land
as generations before us.

And for a moment I feel a sadness about that.
And then…

The phrase “rooted and grounded in love” pops into my head.
And I realize that the members of my family ARE connected,
right now, on the same ground as generations before us,
and generations to come. Our roots HAVE grown deep
and are connected in Love – the richest ground of all.

And nothing can destroy our roots
or our connection to each other.
Nothing can separate us from our home.
There is no diaspora for us.
We are rooted in Love.
-Karen Molenaar Terrell

Ephesians 3: 14-19
For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named,
That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man;
That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,
May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;
And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.