Since there is no fourth week of Advent this year, the last Sunday of Advent being Christmas Eve, I decided to start the series a little earlier this year. I’ve done this for…? Maybe twenty years? It is a way that I draw down and in for this season…and I’ve come to enjoy sharing them…
Tag: Poetry
These are the Elements: A poem composed after Communion
Composed After Communion at Saint Andrew’s, 14 November, 2023 These are the elementsof earth and all withinand all before and what will be.We too are the elements, we who spark and shine, cleave, combust, create.When these, the bread, the wine,are taken in together as onewe know again the Great Becoming—All elements, one table,one Source, one awakening.We are each…
These November Things (poem)
I had a beautiful conversation this morning and at one point my friend said, “These November things…” “Such a good title,” I said. These November Things The grey light beckoning,gently murmuring with sunlight,like a well known blanket rising. Walking the astral mosaic,the orange and the yellow, green, redstars, shining on the footpath heading homeward. The…
Wind-Watching, Life-Feathering
There are many things I enjoy about flying a kite: the time to think expansive sky thoughts and the time to simply let go of thought entirely; the simplicity of it—time, string, energy, resistance, direction; the fact that it happens most often in wide open places; the independent alive-ness of the kite—I have the string…
The Assignment
The assignment was to fall in love. The details were up to you. -Louise Glück- This was a recent contribution to the near daily morning message exchange with a friend. Our on-line conversation began during the Pandemic and we have kept it up…sometimes a photo, sometimes a song, often a snippet of a work or…
Stained-Glass Verse
There are days when I breathe deepest within the cradle of sensory input…When I need to push against something that already is in order to make space for what I am feeling or thinking. Coffeeshops are often perfect for that…it is indifferent input, asking nothing of me, not requiring response and not interrupting…just a steady…
Summer’s Kitchen
A Summer Kitchen The stillness of time alone in a summer kitchen,time given to the grace of preparing cool foods for sharing,soothes my being, my humid thinking,my heat thickened body that turns toward the herb-clean subtlety passing through on air that also holds birdsong in its breath… Basil and chickadee, blue jay and lemon thyme;the cedar waxwing…
Homily—Trinity Sunday—June 4, 2023
Last week, I found out that this Sunday was going to be mine. I tried to remember…The Sunday after Pentecost…is that a special Sunday?? Anne Marie said—Oh, I think it’s Trinity Sunday. Oh good, I said. That’s easier…Which, oddly enough, I believed. Then, I started thinking… I remember my Physics class in high school—the math…
Sometimes the topic finds You…
One of my aims for the now sixteen years that I have kept this blog is to not force an entry. Don’t post for posting’s sake but only when it feels like something wants saying. Sometimes the impetus comes from within me and sometimes it is the universe who presents it. A short while ago,…
Classic and Rock And Love
While it’s not a revelation to say it, the acknowledgement seems practically unavoidable…There is much suffering in this world, at this moment. On the one hand, ’twas ever thus; and yet, and still…somehow it seems that I have a greater awareness of it right now–as though this truth is riding the hands of time rather…
Consider the Lilies 