Category: The Daily Sip


God touched me there


This is kai-the-dog.  He goes where I go but mostly he sleeps or naps or lays there watching me to be sure I am ok. He hates to have his picture taken -looks off as if to be sure to disincline the photographer of taking the picture.  I am his...

Oranges and wafers


There is life in this orange. Glowing, juicy, messy life even touched with blood.  This is an orange from Venezuela; a Cara Cara Orange, distinguishable by its pink hue.  It is sort of a cross between a navel orange and a blood orange.  It is like eating heaven; like eating...

polar bears and backflips


“Religion is for people who are afraid of hell.  Spirituality is for people who have experienced it.” Vine Deloria, JR.  Native American Activist, theologian and historian Perhaps we are working too hard at spirituality.  Perhaps spirituality comes to us, and is borne within us, simply from the encounters we have...

Discernment and essentialism – the one right thing!


  “The Way of the Essentialist isn’t about getting more done in less time. It’s about getting only the right things done. It is not a time management strategy, or a productivity technique. It is a systematic discipline for discerning what is absolutely essential, then eliminating everything that is not,...

An Epiphany about human eyes


As a fundraiser for people who are experiencing homelessness, I have faced a quandary. Why is it that normal, rational, informed, intelligent people have such a hard time getting their head around homelessness?  And by the way, I am, some days, one of those normal, rational, informed, intelligent people. Perhaps...

the daily sip


Fear curdles joy and blocks creativity entirely.  Fear is hot, dry and sandy. Like betrayal and sex, fear is not something we talk about in polite society and so it can move about like a mugger in a city alley, stalking, beating, terrifying. on like viper in an Arab desert....

Heavy with Hope


Kai-the-dog is 12 years old today, New Year’s Day.  He is slowing down, rising off the carpet with a heaviness of years and on aching muscles. The same thing is happening to me.  We are getting old together. Who new!? A parishioner in my curacy in Charlottesville once said of...

Christmas sunrises


This Christmas morning sunrise today, on this little New Mexican farm, held the characteristic colors of New Mexican sunrises and sunsets.  The sassy soil has pinks in its hues from the red clay which has, for centuries, flowed down into this valley created by a violent rupture in the earth’s...

We are loved – Christmas Wrapping


A move to a new place is a scary thing to do.  Indeed, psychologists tell us that a move is as stressful as a death of a close relative and that both are the most stressful thing one can experience. When God “moved” to this planet and into time for...

Becoming so as to Awaken in Advent


The struggle to “become” God’s hope for us is not an easy one. One so often feels so alone, so stuck. When I saw this sculpture in a local art gallery, I was struck by how it expresses what it so often feels like to be alive and to struggle...