You Need to At Least Want It
Living in daytight compartments is a good strategy. Not replaying yesterday and letting tomorrow take care of itself gives me time to give my attention to whatever shows up each day. It lets me take a good look at any…
Messengers
Speaking of questions: I just stumbled across a thought or two about them from Madeleine L’Engle (who’s generally good for getting the thoughts warmed up): If God is in and part of all creation, then any part can be a…
An Effort So Religious
Today’s Gospel reading is the “Render unto Caesar” one, a blog post from Father Stephen Freeman makes a distinction between the active life and the contemplative life, and the passage I turn to in one of my reading journals is…
Be Still
A fifteenth-century poet named Hatton Ransetsu wrote a lovely haiku that I discovered quite by accident, but it speaks to me: Pine tree silhouettePainted by the harvest moonOn a shining sky I have photographed such silhouettes on more than one…
An Unfinished Film and Missing Pieces
Oh, what a world. These are interesting times, and I spend much of my day watching the movie that is playing on the screen. How will it end? I think I know, but we have not gotten to the climax,…
Windstorm
The light glorious warms the hours,asking forgiveness for the galebullying trees and knocking them flat,tearing at ropes, stopping the buzz.The sharp silence inside.the gentle roar outside.Ticklish trees and leaves at playswooping and swirling,sashaying and sliding,dipping to descend in a blink,blanketing…
The Words I Choose
Freedom, love, duty, faith: these words have taken up residence in my mind, and they don’t seem likely to hightail it out of town any time soon. Safety, on the other hand, is a word absolutely not welcome in my…
Steps in the Right Direction
A wind is blowing outside my studio. I like the sound and love to see the occasional leaf slowly drift through the chill air to the ground. Stella and Henry often race around the yard at this time of year,…
Where I am Going
Where I am going, you cannot drive me. Those words are there in my mind, for one reason or another. I read them somewhere once, and they were appropriate for the speaker uttering them. I don’t know that they would…
You Can’t Take this Away
There was a time when I was writing lots of poetry. Then, the motivation waned. It waxes again on occasion, and I thought it would be nice to collect what I have written and what I might write here at…
