Coming Down to Earth with Barbara Brown Taylor

Fingers Pointing at the Moon

I have loved words ever since I learned what they could make happen. “Cheese” could make my mother put a floppy square of it in front of me. “Woof…

Apr 21 • Barbara Brown Taylor

431

81

45

March 2026

The Lowdown on Beauty

Today, I’m praising God for creatures who cannot read the headlines. Spring arrives with jubilance no matter what.

Mar 31 • Barbara Brown Taylor

645

104

54

The Spiritual Direction of Cats

The cats in my life have taught me more about individuation than any textbook. They know who they are and expect me to know who I am. They remind me…

Mar 10 • Barbara Brown Taylor

914

91

63

February 2026

What Neighbors Do

The power at my house went off at 8:47 AM on January 25th. Overnight, freezing rain and sleet had turned into a coat of ice on every outdoor thing in my…

Feb 24 • Barbara Brown Taylor

780

79

64

One Owl's Second Chance

One of the best things about living in a low-density rural area is how much room there is for other creatures to live here, too...

Feb 10 • Barbara Brown Taylor

419

59

32

January 2026

The Automatic Earth

I never put that poor hyacinth in the ground. I never watered it. I totally forgot it was there. Yet here it is, still in its plastic three-inch pot…

Jan 27 • Barbara Brown Taylor

531

74

69

The Genius of a Place

For the first time in a long time, I did not welcome the new year in the mountains of north Georgia but in the deserts of southern…

Jan 13 • Barbara Brown Taylor

492

66

46

December 2025

Live Nativity

The resting sheep put me at rest, too. I caught their peacefulness and didn’t want to look away. Was it all the Bach I had listened to, all the nativity…

Dec 25, 2025 • Barbara Brown Taylor

447

30

28

November 2025

Meetings with Bears

As much as I never wanted to meet the local bears in person, I longed to see them up close. Their presence proved how much life the land could sustain…

Nov 27, 2025 • Barbara Brown Taylor

372

38

23

October 2025

Lord, Increase My Bewilderment*

What a petition! What a verb! It was only four words long, with such good news in it that I memorized it before the ink dried. My increasing…

Oct 30, 2025 • Barbara Brown Taylor

1,060

67

109

Lost Love in the Chicken Coop

I lost my favorite hen yesterday. She was the first to come when I called, the first to let me pick her up, and the only one who seemed content to be…

Oct 2, 2025 • Barbara Brown Taylor

599

78

39

September 2025

Love's Labor

The first thing I learned about Labor Day was to put away my white clothes until the following Memorial Day.... When I entered the workforce myself…

Sep 2, 2025 • Barbara Brown Taylor

402

27

40