Late in the afternoon one of the old women wiped her forehead with a rag and announced that it was time to walk over to the well.
The movement of the generations is in many ways, is the core experience that makes us human.
And how we respond to doing our part in the movement of the generations – speaks eloquently about who we are.
Welcome to the Good
“Welcome” the earth seemed to say to the soles of my feet.
“Thank you” my feet seemed to say to the earth.
How does God come to us in the evening? What whispers do we hear from the divine, as the day grows old.
As I thought about this idea of constancy, this week, I found myself thinking about my parents.
In particular, I found myself thinking about them at the end of their lives.
Spirit of the Living God
communication, does not require words, does it?
The throaty wail of an infant’s first breath…
The groan of a mother in labor
These are indistinct sounds cannot be found in Webster’s dictionary. And, yet we need no interpreter to tell us what these sounds mean.
That They May Be One
“There’s another one over there,” my friend said, pointing into the underbrush.
We stooped over the headstones.
The years were writ more indelibly there then the names, but brushing aside the lichen, we could read enough to see that the men who lay there were confederate soldiers.
… if we want you to be here so badly, why are we always frowning and telling you to hush?
Well, there’s a good reason for this. The best reason there is…
Rock or Stone
God has an intention for us.
But this intention is not perfectly defined for us. This intention contains mystery. It contains the invisible fifteenth stone.
The Tangerine of Now
…the “Tangerine-of-future-plans” is a common Tangerine. It is by far the most common kind of Tangerine. But a “Tangerine-of-now” is a rare and wonderful tangerine. It is the holy tangerine.