Following is a poem from Mary Oliver: Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two hands touch and the bonds will never be broken. … Continue reading Mysteries, Yes
Writing isn't "fun" right now. Oh, I can still meet a deadline, crank out a reasonable column. But those, as of late, have been purposeful teaching moments, essays to drive home a point. They need to be done, but they require a more serious style. Writing is also a medium, an art form, taken up … Continue reading Journey
A recent article lifted up the health benefits of experiencing awe in life, but what does awe look like without God?Awe Without God? — My Pastoral Ponderings
The following is by Steve Turner (Charlotte is my youngest grandchild). Enjoy. As far as possible, stay as you are, with the eye clear and open and washed clean of fear; with the skin untracked by the sad workings of the heart, lips unskilled in spite. As far as possible, stay as you are, the … Continue reading For Lianne, Aged One (and Charlotte)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote the following: The little cares which fretted me I lost them yesterday, Among the fields, above the sea, Among the winds at play, Among the lowing of the herds, The rustling of the trees, Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees. The foolish fear of what might … Continue reading Out in the Fields with God
I will remember with every sunrise, with every fresh spring breeze, with every sweet-smelling rose. I will remember feeling confident, feeling unafraid, feeling safe. Years have passed yet the memories remain of moments you created. I will remember always.
Gentle breeze flowing through Friend Oak's leaves. Sid the Zen Frog sitting there soaking it all in. Low humidity; temperature just right. A peaceful Saturday morning, as Saturday mornings should be. For now, at least, all is well.
The quality of a life comes down to choices. Turn left, right, or not at all. Whether to stay, or turn away from the road less travelled. Often the best choice is unclear. Risk is a constant. But there are golden moments when the right path lies before you in perfect clarity. Such was the … Continue reading A Good Choice
Below is "Moderation," wise words from Pindar of Thebes: Not in every generation do virtues long-descended Breed men of might. Not always do the black fields bounteously Give harvest; not with every summer ended Like wealth will load the fragrant blossomed tree; But with changeful alteration. So too for humanity Fate stands. What God's disposal … Continue reading Moderation
Let go. You are convinced you will fall. But unless you let go You will never fly. You have what you need. It's there inside you. Trust it. Let go And soar high above it all Changed, and free.