Month: September 2014


ancestors and becoming


We are not, most of us, blessed by the good fortune of having been born into families with parents who are or were spiritually awakened beings.  Some are so born, and they are greatly blessed, spiritually in the way that children born into a wealth family are blessed materially and...

Centered Wellness


There has been a lot of silence in my life in the past 7 weeks.  Two were in an ICU unit and on a bed.  Four were in a garden in a big, orange chair. One was, well, largely in a fetal position, breathing through belly cramps …and in the...

blood and water


When I look back on yesterday's blog, I giggle a little bit.  I remember writing it.  I pecked the computer with one finger and very slowly. This week, just as we were about to celebrate together as a community of both cathedral people and neighborhood people on Saint John's Day...

beauty


  During a wander in the botanical gardens this summer I watched these two bees doing their work.  The one near the top of my photo has pollen sacks full of the flowery resources at the garden and ready to take home to his community. Our capacity to love and...

buttered noodles and fallen trees


  Last night, I came home from a series of meetings craving (not wanting) buttered noodles.  This is usually a sign for me to stop and look inward.  Food and work are my two primary addictions, the things I reach for to stop whatever pain I am experiencing in the...

the lion and the stilts


    When I was a child I found awe and inspiration in English manor houses, castles, Kings, Queens and Dukes.  I would day-dream about their power and money, their influence and dignity, their sparkling lives and richly appointed four-poster beds and emblazoned stationary.  And then I began to grow...

Discernment in the garden of life


  The clergy and staff are away at a retreat.  Please keep us in your prayers. Heal my impatient heart which burns within me like a canker. Teach me not to be annoyed by faults which buzz in my ears as loudly as mosquito wings. Help me to love the...

Dew drops and mindfulness


My thoughts sit on the web of my consciousness like so many drops of dew waiting for the drink, or for the sun, whichever comes first to take them away. The thoughts are just thoughts. They are not true. Mine and those of others too. They are just thoughts. They...

Three Hours


Perhaps, as a priest, one should not admit to enjoying meditation in one's garden.  Pounding through prescribed prayers with attention to seasonal shifts and situational demands for liturgical calculations served me once and it still serves many I love and respect - even still serves me at times.  But this...