About Rosalind C Hughes
Rosalind C Hughes is an Episcopal priest, poet, and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
The Bible tells the story of God’s relationship with God’s creation, the Divine action in the world. From the beginning, when God spoke creation into being, to the end, when God will recreate the new heavens and the new earth, … Continue reading →
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Sometimes, resurrection takes scaffolding.
Someone called John tells an Easter story: It was dark. It was so early, it was still late, but she couldn’t sleep. It was too still, too cold, too dark and silent. So she went to be with him in … Continue reading →
New fire and living water. Extremes of existence, held together by the cross and the resurrection, like life and death. Water. Soothing, refreshing, life-giving. We play in it, luxuriate in it. Our bodies are more than half made of it. … Continue reading →
My parents met in singing class, so when they grew up, naturally, they joined the local amateur operatic society. I was too young to go to the shows, but I do remember once being allowed to (or maybe the babysitter … Continue reading →
Last week, I installed a sequence of interactive Stations of the Cross at St Andrew’s. This afternoon, it came time to take them down, and I realized (not for the first time in my life) that I had not thought … Continue reading →
If your music can’t describe the agony without the temptation to temper it with sweetness, let it crash to the floor. If your canvas cannot portray the infinite end, the sightless abyss, the void, let it be empty. If your … Continue reading →
Waiting for a sign from a sky bolted shut – the falling dove, Elijah and the Prophet shining – a sign that all is not lost or forgotten but still beloved; the child’s cry – “Why?” – to a stubborn … Continue reading →
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You are invited to a holy meal.
This is a meditation delivered at a service of the Seven Last Words at Trinity Cathedral, Cleveland, Good Friday 2009, revisited today in honour of Holy Week and in memory of Joyce. – Woman, behold your son: behold your mother … Continue reading →
over the water 