I miss the awe of watching the changing eastern sky in the early morning when morning whispers and night tiptoes into obscurity. For many months now, when I wake shortly after 4 a.m., I’ve chosen to spend the first silent hours under a Sherpa blanket in the den, with a basket of supplies (Bible, notebook,
February Blues
We’re at the walking track one morning and I see a young man I went to high school with on the exercise equipment. It’s not, of course, but it takes a couple of laps before I realize that it can’t possibly be him. The mind plays tricks when it comes to age. It does the
Wizened Petals
Gerry brought them home a week or so ago: loud, brash looking tulips. I pulled out my camera, affixed my macro lens, and shot a few images—knowing I’d convert them to black and white in post processing. They were too much for the calm I hungered for. Now they’re long past their prime and there’s
Blowing in the Wind
A buzzing sound—what is that buzz, anyway?—is the only distraction in the den where I sit cozy under a Sherpa blanket sipping coffee in the company of words. It’s there every morning, that sound. I’m used to it by now and tune it out most of the time. It’s the light, or the cable box—something
One Day Closer To Garden Season
Piles of snow from the big storm that blew in while we were on vacation grow smaller every day. Rivers of snowmelt flow down the streets. A few days ago, I spotted a hyacinth poking up in my front flower bed. A hyacinth. In January. What a delight. We walk through the doors at the
To Everything There Is A Season
Somewhere along the way, many of us bought in to the myth of “having it all”. It’s bunk. We realize that now—at least I hope we do. All one has to do is pay attention to nature to see that there’s a reason for different seasons. Each one is unique, and each has its own
Finding Peace in the Peace of the Here and Now
May we find our peace in the peace of the places to which you have called us. Common Prayer, A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals I read these words in a prayer and my sprit whispers yes. May I stop looking for the next best thing and learn to be content in the now. May I