Category: The Daily Sip

the candy cane

One really must get out of one's own way in order to see the beauty of truth.  But then one must summon courage, heart- strength, in order to face the truth and the beauty of it, such that its agony and its ecstasy are both harvested.  That is the conundrum....

The Big Book of Life

There are so many wonderful books.  Some are called "sacred" texts and others simply inspiring or moving or entertaining or challenging or informative.  Some are about the spiritual life, some filled with prayers, and others with poems.  As I age, I am noticing that what is in The "holy" books...

Transitions

Western thought is difficult to untangle from Western religion since the latter so often formed the former.   We like to be sure of things.  Sure there is a God.  Sure that sins are forgiven. Sure that God called me to this or that. Sure that there is an eternity, that it has...

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...

On Disappointment

Something very funny just happened. Well, funny and infuriating. At the end of writing a short-form essay for today’s Daily Sip - this essay-  my computer powered down and I lost the entire article I had just spent two hours researching and writing…on my birthday…without a scotch or cake.  And do you...

Curious and kind

Sugar-the-dog at a stand-down from hypervigilance - a model for our times   Perhaps you have been the unfortunate victim of the conversation-starter “Well, there’s good news and there’s bad news.” And then there is that preposterous question that so inevitably follows “Which do you want first?” As if it...

Vulnerability

These are frustrating days for many of us. We have short fuses. Life has been disrupted and we are often unable to go where we want to go and do what we want to do.  We are, most of us, frightened though we are not willing to admit it so...

Island Times

“I would like to live on that tiny island up ahead.”  It was just a thought.  It popped into my head while I was on the deck of a ferry here in the Salish Sea.  I was on a drive to a friend’s house a few islands over and the...

The pause of paws:

A meditation on Red Flags, hoofs, and paws The Park by the Pizzaria, Langley, Whidbey Island, Washington, The Salish Sea Sometimes when we walk, we must now pause, since Kai-the-dog is 98 in human years. So we stop.  We pause to rest our paws. Perhaps because it did not speak? ...