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...

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...

Letter to a young priest


I found a use for the crozier my father gave when he retired his flock of sheep on our farm. Blackberries about on Whidbey Island along the cliff-side by which I live. Love will, in the end, win out. I am sure of little else than that; except that patience,...

An Open Letter to a Shepherd I know


Dear Jesus; It is time for me to apologize.  Not confess, or repent or prostrate.  Just apologize. I am sorry that I have participated in so many lies about you.  I am sorry that I wore special clothes and big crosses and a habit so as to appear holy.  I...

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...

Bullying


Bullying, like most things, is a question of a burden-of-proof.  Can you prove you were being bullied?  Can you prove you are being bullied? Bullying, in my experience, is done by cowards and often cloaked in something else. Some say it’s not that simple, but I really think it’s that...

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...

tired


“In the beginning”, a watercolor by Rob Schouten (c) 1985, Rob Shouten Gallery, Whidbey Island Hands that hold; hands that work: a meditation on exhaustion. Raised in an Anglican home and an American Puritan religious ethos as I was, a patriarchal British accent, afternoon tea and hard work have always...

Black Jesus


I want my black or perhaps brown Jesus back. The white one looks too much like a cracker-church-lawyer in a hoodless white smock and rather too “pretty” locks of long blond hair. Ok, a surfer-cracker-church-lawyer. Regardless, it’s not working for me. He smells of racism. The brown man who was...