Remembrance Day

In Flanders Fields by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (1915) In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, [Read More...]

Please

Tonight we stood together around candles that marked the spot where his body was found this morning.  Tonight we poured out our stories and our songs, our prayers and our tears. Tonight we reminded each other that we are loved and loving, that our lives have value and are valued by each other.   Tonight we [Read More...]

Twenty Inches

Twenty inches isn’t all that high. It’s less than two feet. My daughter was 20 and ½ inches long when she was born. But when you are staring at a black box twenty inches high and you’re supposed to jump on top of it and land on your feet and you’ve never done anything like [Read More...]

Companions on the journey

“May beauty and passion and compassion be our companions. May we be fully alive.  Amen.”                     ~Rev. Kim Crawford Harvie (Healing Places, 9/14/2014) Keep the faith, beloveds. Keep showing up. Keep paying attention. Keep speaking your truth.   Because we have changed, the world is changed. And you are not alone… #blacklivesmatter #FergusonOctober #MoralMonday #Not1More [Read More...]

Surf

Whoever it was that said grief comes in waves knew what it is to stand in my kitchen on a glorious late-September afternoon at the beginning of apple season. My hand spins the food mill round and round. Rich, warm sauce drips into the bowl. And I weep. [Read more...]

Security

I remember, in the days that followed the 9/11 attack, hearing the endless trope from news reporters, who declared that “nothing would be the same again.” And I confess that my reaction to that repeated phrase was pretty much one of annoyance. Terrible things happen over and over I thought, and people just get on [Read More...]

It’s always 9/11 Now: Porous, Buffered, and the Search for Authentic

Authenticity or Bust From the First Great Awakening of the 1740s that energized the North American colonists and eventually led to the American Revolution to the Transcendentalists to the Beats, Hippies, and What-Have-Yous, a frequent cry of Americans has been “authenticity.” Americans want it to be real; genuine; visceral; heartfelt; roughhewn . . . something [Read More...]

The Courage for Compassion

Even After All this time The sun never says to the earth, “You owe Me.” Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the Whole Sky. ~Hafiz, 14th century Sufi poet “It may be that we have lost sight of our mission. Primarily, the church is not for social or political pronouncements, nor [Read More...]

Eleanor Rigby’s Selfie

We learned from the Beatles that Eleanor Rigby “keeps her face in a jar by the door.” Clearly the Fab Four thought that was not a good thing to do. But what were they critiquing? Was it where Eleanor kept her face? Or that she had a “face to meet the faces that we meet” [Read More...]

Keep the Faith

    This morning I tended to my garden and that of an elder neighbor. Walking back into my home for a second cup of coffee, I realized that I felt more like a grounded, alive human being than I have in a while. In the past few weeks, the phone has rung repeatedly, bearing [Read More...]


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