This afternoon I sat on a canoe launch eating a very late lunch of take-out won ton soup. No, I didn't have my canoe with me, but I did begin the process of easing into a week's vacation. Easing in while currently on empty, that is. May has brought hours of physical therapy for the elbow, not sleeping well from a sore throat and cough, organizing worship for the … [Read more...] about Drifting
Archives for May 2010
Betty’s cinnamon buns
Betty is known in our congregation for her desserts, cakes, and cookies. She has a gift (surely baking for God's people can be a spiritual gift) because when Betty has something to do with our Sunday morning coffee hour, no one wants to miss it. For years her delicious food gifts have contributed to the hospitality and fellowship among us.Betty died a week ago. We miss her. … [Read more...] about Betty’s cinnamon buns
Desert teachings
The desert keeps crossing my path. My brother sends me fascinating photos from his desert hiking in Utah. I read a book (Belden C. Lane: The Solace of Fierce Landscapes) on how the scarcity and harshness of desert shaped the monastic fathers and mothers in early Christianity and what it can teach our own faith journeys. I watched a movie about Georgia O'Keeffe which reminded me … [Read more...] about Desert teachings
Chinook Goes East
All right, I should have been working on a sermon, but it was such an unusual, windy day. And I am reading too much David Whyte and Mary Oliver (poets I admire). Lethal combination. This is my last poem for awhile.Chinook Goes EastMy rocky mountain brotherposted a warning:not much sleeplast night,chinook howlingdownthrough rattlesnakepark,imagined ponderosacrashingin.That … [Read more...] about Chinook Goes East
One night after work
The wind, roaming and ranting all day,finally collapses exhausted into the grass,and curls herself into a little ball,relinquishes with a sigh the evening intostillness to showcase the stars unhampered.So did I, collapse that is, on my balconyin the spreading gleam of a spring night,allowing my eyes to unravel three threads:from a blinking human coach to a coastingsatellite to … [Read more...] about One night after work