I am


      Note to readers:  Some of you are not getting the photo which comes with the daily blog.  We are trying to fix that and hope to do so soon.  The blogs are based on or emerge out of the image and so we understand that this is...

fire and formation


  It is wonderful to be back into throwing clay into pots again. I have been a potter much longer than I have been a priest. My new studio is a fine space and being part of a coop of artists is pushing me into places I had not imagined. ...

making beauty in our lives


  This piece is being moved from a gallery in New Hampshire to Denver for an upcoming Exhibition on the Pentateuch.  It was first shown in a collection I did for the Museum of Fine Arts.  Each clay vessel in the show will reflect one of the books of the...

angels


It is their wings that fascinate me. I was never sure of Santa or the Easter Bunny and yet I did so love the merchandise so I held my tongue as kids do. But angels? It is preposterous that they not be real, like a rock or a funnel cake...

Sabbath rest and little martyrdoms


In the catacombs of Saint Callixtus outside Rome, lies the memorial to Saint Cecelia, the patron saint of music.  She was of an aristocratic family and was martyred in the 3rd century.  Her remains were transferred in the seventh century but this culture remains to mark the place in which...

the stewardship of quiet


  Today I will spend a bit of time assembling tomorrow's pic nic in the Denver Botanical Gardens with friends - a simple lunch of meats, cheeses, wine, tomatoes from a friend's garden, olives and stuffed grape leaves.  It will be a fun little project in what will be, today,...

the stewardship of our welcome


  We have this term in our language which refers to opportunity knocking. "When opportunity knocks" we say.  And to be honest, if there is a rest of that phrase, I am not sure what it is.  I guess we are to think that when opportunity knocks, we need to...

the stewardship of simplicity


  Sometimes the only thing to do is make some soup.  The ancient work of simmering food in liquid may be one of the most wonderful inventions in the history of mankind.  When the politics of church and state begin to rub the skin off, the best thing to do...

the stewardship of our inner monk


  Ringing the bell at the monastery was one of my jobs as cellarer.  As the cook of the monastery's house in the country, it was my job to ring the bell for the mid-day and evening offices which which preceded the meals -meals I had been cooking. The ancient...

The Feast of St. Francis


  Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace; Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is error, the truth; Where there is doubt, the faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; And where there is sadness, joy....