Month: September 2015


Sabbath


Today is my sabbath day.  I suppose I could call it a day off were I not so pathologically unique.  But calling it a sabbath day reminds me that a day of rest is a commandment an not an employee benefit.  I have tow friends who work shifts in factories...

enough is un-American, but very Christian


Have you ever sort of forgotten that you had dinner guests coming over?  Or have you ever meant to be home in time to cook for friends only to find that traffic and slow drivers conspired against your arrival home like the stones and cliffs blocking Wiley Coyote?  I have. ...

create something new and risky


Life is a matter of being an artist and doing your art.  For some, that art involves using clay.  For others words, for others the tools of liturgy or cooking or counseling or parenting.  For some, their art is in aging into a good death; and while I can see...

make


Today is Labor Day.  It is dark.  Night has not yet handed the baton over to day. All things are silent and have the color of midnight blue. Today is a time to think and pray about labor.  Who works.  Who does not.  Who is working too hard and who...

festina lente


  I have only owned one home with a name.  My home in New Hampshire (c. 1847) is called “Blackwater Bluff.”  My home growing up was called “Dove Haven” and the american family home was called Mattaponi (also the John Bowie Jr. House) and was where my family lived during...

simplify


What a dangerous season this is.  We have had some down-time in the summer and now there are things to engage us. New invitations to collaboration.  New classes to take.  New committees for which to sign up.  New lists to be on - driving, book clubs, rotas for sports.  The...