From SOULSpot I saw this posted the other day and at first, I knew that I’d modify the first paragraph–Actions are terrible, not people…and maybe I’d even say that “I know that there is evil out there…” And then I moved on to paragraph two and it made me chuckle. I saw it AFTER…
Oratory
I went to Church this afternoon. For five hours. I went to Church as I folded sheets and brochures; went to church as I read the news notices coming into my phone about the latest political messes around the world. I went to Church with a friend who was 3,738 miles away. As I caught…
The stone in my pocket
Why there is a stone in my pocket The weighty round reminder of gravity’s constancy, centering me down, placing me, in time and geography is rather oddly a tethering that frees me. I am, it says. And you are and so too are We. So go. Do. Make your discoveries in this world. I will…
Night Music
7:11 PM. In the back of Saint Mary’s cathedral, listening to an organ recital by Robert Summerby-Murray, the president of Saint Mary’s University. GLORY BE, is it H O T in here. The music is spectacular, though. Not quite the cosmos effect of listening to the University of King’s College Chapel choir at All Saints…somehow, there isn’t the same sense of…
A meal made of Enough
When I found your words, I devoured them. Your words were my joy, the happiness of my heart. If you come back and I take you back, in my presence you shall stand; If you utter what is precious and not what is worthless, you shall be my mouth. -Jeremiah 15: 16, 19—from lectionary readings…
The Memory Garden
It’s a kohlrabi. I’ll get to that part in a bit. I have been remembering gardens lately. Gardens of my young childhood, because I don’t remember them appearing after fifth or sixth grade. Garbanzo beans, green beans, wax beans, shelly beans, potatoes, zucchini, tomatoes, corn, carrots, butternut squash, cucumbers, sugar pumpkins, big and knobby jack-o-lantern pumpkins… And always,…
Constant to a Purpose
From 18 June, 2018 2:20 P.M. There was one loon out for a low-tide bob in the rain—or so I thought. That one loon was actually waiting for the others to arrive before going on a swim ‘round and having a go at afternoon fishing. It’s either two males and a female or two adults and a…
The Feast of Thomas, and those who think differently
Brothers and sisters: You are no longer strangers and sojourners, but you are fellow citizens with the holy ones and members of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the Apostles and prophets with Jesus himself as capstone. Through him, the whole structure is held together and grows into a temple sacred in the Lord. In…
Just Write the Double Espresso
I have been thinking about this post for days. When I posted the poem from Martins River, I happened to notice—Oh geez, the next post is #500! The 500thpost…eleven years after starting this blog. (And I had been worried about whether or not I had enough to say to sustain it…Ha.) Part of me thought—Oh, this should be…
Retreat at Martins River, 2018
Martins River, 2018 Church bells to lean against; Cape Islanders, sailboats, and dories in reunion before me. You, silver-winking in your delight with the lot of it: with the purple house and the teal one next door; with the boats and their sleep nodding prows; with the masts trying to reach you; with the gulls…
Consider the Lilies 