Month: August 2016


Fire, water and a swimming deer


Where are you oh Lord but in the heat of the coals? Where but in that red-orange glow of heat and fire? Dante’s hell is no flame, no lava, no smoke, no explosion. Dante’s hell is ice, cold, silent and stuck. We long for you oh Lord, like the deer...

“NO!!!” said the bag of stufff…


It is time to move again.  My landlady wants to sell and who can blame her?  There is money to be made.  So I am moving.  For the third time. In three years. What I like about moving is the opportunity to consider my possessions.  While I sort things, Kai...

the need to tell our story and so be healed by the telling


It is so easy to forget how fragile our life is.  One minute one can be laughing and playing or working and struggling; then the next minute there is a diagnosis, a lost job, an imploded relationship and suddenly, without warning or preparation, one is tossed unceremoniously into a crisis-pit...

pinks and blues


This mosaic image of Jesus in The National Cathedral has long been one of my favorites.  But since moving to Denver, it has taken on a new importance because the pinks and blues surrounding Jesus are easily recognizable to anyone who lives here.  This is an evening Denver sky. We...