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.
A sermon for Epiphany 5 and Healing Eucharist at St Andrew’s Episcopal Church, Elyria, Ohio. Isaiah 40: 21-31; Psalm 147: 1-12; 1 Corinthians 9: 16-23; Mark 1: 29-39 Have you ever been in a really dark place before the dawn? … Continue reading →
That moment when you try on the chasuble for the first time and think “This is going to take heels!” That moment when you see your daughters and the other half of your seminary graduating class giggling in the front … Continue reading →
Moving discreetly, silent as the serifs, she slips between syllables a bright shadow falling unseen, all-seeing, breathing bread to life.
This past Tuesday, I was ordained a priest in Christ’s one holy, catholic and apostolic church. I wish I could say more about it: I’m sure the time will come when I can. That time is not yet. It’s as … Continue reading →
With profound thanks to the parish of St James, Wooster, Ohio and their rector, the Rev. Evelyn Manzella for their hospitality; and gratitude to my family for letting me go 🙂 My day typically begins with a cup of tea … Continue reading →
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This morning, I became a US citizen. And registered to vote. Here’s (roughly) how it happened:
While searching for the “perfect” image to grace the cover of my ordination service leaflet, I spent a happy half hour this afternoon taking photos among the stained glass windows of the parish church where I am blessed to serve. I … Continue reading →
A project in progress: clergy stole knit from newspaper delivery bags (hello, Cleveland’s Plain Dealer!) cut and looped together. Seed stitch (k1, p1) over 13 stitches. Seed stitch has the advantage of laying flat. I’m using size 10.5 (6.5mm) needles. … Continue reading →
Icarus, trying to reach the sun flew too high; frozen, broken, fell.
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What did they find amid the mess of humanity, dispersed, dislocated, de facto dispossessed by a collaborative cabal from within and without the wall; a mess of humanity birthed in the mire of the base realm which we inhabit – … Continue reading →
over the water 