The Lusitania Watch


In 1915, at 2:12 pm, the unthinkable happened to a member of my family. The ship on which he was sailing was hit by a German torpedo.  Family lore says he was having a late lunch with the captain when he went back to his cabin to get some documents. ...

Christmas ghosts


It is always at Christmas that I am so very relieved not to be going to church. With one notable exception, I have not set foot in one since June of 2017. But it is at Christmas that my love for the boycott is at its zenith of joy and...

On aging


Sugar-the dog is getting old.  She is a rescue dog, and her first 7 years were hard on her, tied up and beaten daily - outside a meth trailer - an alarm when intruders approached.  A rope. An empty bowl. A skeletal body. A patch of dirt. Frozen nights. When...

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...