Month: March 2020


Our Corona-cloister


"Still Moon, No Mind" oil on canvas painted by Rob Schouten. © Rob Schouten www.robschoutengallery.com   Many of the souls on our planet are in this new “Corona-cloister.” We are in “time-out” these days. I remember my sister placing my nephew into “time-out” when he was a child.  He was asked to...

The wand and the dandelion


Ours is the only species that will create, watch, and calculate, its own demise on this planet. Our craving for merchandise that buttresses our low self-esteem or is used as a form of anesthesia has heated our planet. So stuff it happening.  To bees.  To ice. To meat. To oceans. To humans.  Suddenly...

My whale was a cat. My log was a tree. My church was a culture.


Unable to cope with any more news from devices about the virus careening around our plant, I went for a walk in one of Whidbey Island’s old-growth forests.  My spiritual director had suggested it.  She says I just get sullen and unpleasant when I read theodicy produced by religion -...