I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
To find a kind of shared passion with a group of fellow travelers… now that is something truly amazing for me to experience.
In my last post I lamented the fact that I had to deal with several gray squirrels who’d decided to make their winter home in the roof soffit of my house. I was worried I would have to choose between their lives and the integrity of the house. With my […]
For all my love of nature and the connection I feel for my fellow creatures, it wasn’t the most thrilling discovery to find them moving into my house. Yes, I’ve lived with the presence of mice for years and even an occasional chipmunk, as people in old houses often do. […]
Although I wasn’t an innocent, I was a bit naïve. I had never seen anything like this coming…
I think most times those are the most troubling ghosts of all, the ones that are mine, the ones that are me.
showing itself ever… only a tender cocoon… readying us for the life… yet to come.
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
mistakes and failures, big and small, all equals now, churned together, dredged up and left awash, to remind or regret once more…