Category: The Daily Sip

Resilience

The clay I form on the pottery wheel when I have some time off from work, is a kind of companion to me.  We talk.  Sometimes we argue. Sometimes we just sit together looking out the long windows that offer a view of the island’s rainy, green forests. Yes, we sit together,...

Delightful Darkness

In the darkness of the Dark Ages (about 500 ad to about 800 ad), God was presented to the people by the bishops and clergy as a fearful, veiled mystery, off in the distant darkness, angry, brooding and vengeful. God was presented more like a vicious teenager than a loving creator.  It kept...

Leaving a mark

These are the chop markers I use to leave a mark on the pots I make at my potter’s wheel.  This is a tea bowl that I had recently turned upside-down, up-ending it to carve the “foot” of the bowl smooth and then marking it as “by the hand of...

Martinis and Miracles

As Christmas approaches, I wondered today, what made me happy about the season.  Gingerbread martinis.  I know. A good Christian would have thought perhaps, of Lessons and Carols Festivals - I was that Christian once. Or perhaps of Midnight Mass - well, to be honest, I found it horribly exhausting....

a brief break in The Daily Sip ’till January 1st, 2021

Dear readers; (The short version:) The Daily Sip has been briefly suspended in November and December in favor of making pottery Christmas gifts and in preparation for a new 2.0 version with an adjusted name on this site in January. Stay tuned.) Chas and Shugg     (The full version:)...

The difference of indifference

Equanimity is not the same thing as indifference.  We often confuse them to our peril. Recently, when asked why I seemed peaceful, I responded “I don’t mind what happens to me.” which I had once heard a revered Buddhist leader say and which sank into my heart like sand in...

Take. Eat.

A poem from Thedailysip.org Take. Eat. What has so often been a stroll has, today, become a pilgrimage. My old-man black church-shoes, wide and tired are wet with dew but so connected to the land like an extension cord in a puddle. Quiet. Rubbery. Electrified. The apple tree in the field...

Ecclesial Epistemic Humility

It is dangerous, in the Church, not to fall in line, or as some say “drink the kool-aid” ( a tasteless reference to cult leadership.) Today, on the nightly news, there is much being discussed about what is proven or not proven or disproven by science. This is an old...

A meditation on Eve

This is a bowl of apples from the tree by my home.  I picked them today for a pie I plan to bake and for my lunch with cheddar cheese and a loaf of hot bread and some chutney. Apples are a complicated fruit in the Bible. The official apple story in the...

Isaiah’s Six 

We are Seraphim.  We take the form of fire. Our wings are of fire. Six of them each, we have in the sixth chapter. Two fire-wings cover our faces, two, our private parts, and with two, we fly.   With massive wings of fire, we fly. Our six wings are...