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Lectio Terrestria: Reading in the Cathedral of the Earth.


The stream trickles and flows, pours and swirls; God wears the shimmering wet like a diva between banks. The lily wears white, the yellow of a lemon, the red of a woodpecker; God wears her clothes, even with a red hat, yellow chiffon, white gloves. The black rose and purple...

Purring


New Mexico Sunset glaze, cascading, Cone 6, Oxidation, Stoneware, 2018 The constellations of colors created by just two glazes on this urn – one poured over the other – in this few inches tell me everything I need to know about that entity we call “God.”  The sister vase to...

A new kind of Epiphany


“Do you see this woman?” says Jesus in Luke’s version of this story of the anointing of Jesus’ feet. Epiphany comes from the word for manifestation, not brightness. Can we see the making manifest of beauty or do we just look for sin? Of course they see this woman.  She...

Milk Bones and Oreos


We like to think death and evil(s) are Lenten while birth and joy are Christmassy.  Not convinced.  It meets are aged need for dualism and compartmentalizing but that is not a good long-term strategy for coping. It kicks the can down the road. They say that getting out of Hell...

lights and chocolate


Epiphany This is one of my recent works for the Weyrich Art Gallery in Albuquerque.  It is called “Epiphany” for the star in the midnight blue of the seasons of Advent, Christmas and Epiphany - seasons of longing, labor and brightness.  It is stoneware in a Blue Orion glaze with...

I am taking a break


Friends and readers;   I have been watching what is going on in the church and feel that I need to, for a while, avert my eyes.   We are therefore going to suspend weekly Daily Sip and Fearless Fundraising articles in my blogs and on Episcopal Cafe.  I do...

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...

A new pilgrimage: day four of Iona


This is the approach to the Island of Iona from the east with the little village off to the left and the 12th century Benedictine abbey to the right. This abbey replaced Columba’s which would have been round, made simply of stick and mud with thatched roofs. Today we are...

Another Lord’s Prayer


God, you are The Supreme Existence. We, and all creation, are in you; and you are in us. “Father” is not who you are, as much as Cosmos, or perhaps, Supreme Lover of Souls. You exist in what we call “heaven” because we have no language which fits time outside...