The Two Trees (4 of 33)

[Meditations are intended to be read sequentially, from 1 to 33.]Again in the Garden ...From where we sit, in the Garden, we can see, off in the distance, the Hill, the Tree, and what appears to be a dying man hanging there. In the Garden, there is light. Yet, as far as we can see, the Hill looks dark and foreboding.Again, we listen to our soul which seems to long for the Hill. We begin to make our way out of the Garden -- toward the Wilderness -- only to realize that the headway that we make … [Read more...]

The Two Trees (3 of 33)

[Meditations are intended to be read sequentially, from 1 to 33.]Again in the Garden ...The fruit that looked so wonderful, so inviting, eventually turned bitter in our bellies. It appealed to our eyes, tongues, and senses. And although our souls said "No," we listened instead to our bodies. Now, with bellies full, we are still not satisfied.For once, we understand out soul’s definition of the fruits of the Garden’s tree: Pride, Anger, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Avarice, and Sloth ... “Pale Gas.” … [Read more...]

The President formerly known as Ronnie

I entered college in the fall of 1979. My family had always belonged to the Democratic party. I feared Ronald Reagan. I truly believed that his election meant the beginning of the end of the world. It was the Cold War. Everyone was a bit edgy.Back in the day, those of us in the dorm played a card game, Rook, every night. (Yes, Mom, every night.) There was a promising rock star who was a favorite on the dorm floor: Prince. Prince's song, "Ronnie Talk to Russia," came to mind yesterday … [Read more...]

The Two Trees (2 of 33)

[Meditations are intended to be read sequentially, from 1 to 33.]Again in the Wilderness ...Our mouths are dry, our bellies empty. What shall we do to quench our thirst? To quell our appetites? To refresh our souls?We stare into the abundant garden. Our eyes receive a feast, our mouths and bellies cry out, "Yes!" And our soul must follow as our feet move toward the Garden. We are hesitant. Yet, remembering the vision of the Hill, our pace is quickened.The Garden, though seemingly … [Read more...]


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