Grace even in the midst
The geese are on a brief holiday, trying out other lakes and campgrounds in our neck of the woods, so this morning my audience a cluster of ducks. I had no shortage of topics as our world’s turvyness seizes both…
A Place For Sanctuary. Sabbath Moment Daily Dose. (Aug 31 – Sept 3)
Tuesday -- Here’s the deal: all the while we are looking for the revelation, we miss the flower.What does the flower represent? Well, that's just it. I don't know.Perhaps it's the heart. Or being present. Or awareness. Or openness. Or…
The gift of a flower
Buddha's teaching method was counter intuitive, to say the very least. More often than not, he didn't even talk. He just sat there.There is a well-known story about The Buddha sitting in a place with hundreds of people gathered around…
A Place For Sanctuary. Sabbath Moment Daily Dose. (Aug 24 – 27)
Tuesday -- This week, we’re talking about the Pause Button; slowing down to create and honor space for healing, replenishment, and spiritual hydration. Etty Hillesum’s reminder that, “Ultimately, we have just one moral duty. To reclaim large areas of peace…
The gift of small graces
On my walk this morning, a light rain and cool gray skies. It’s a little early for November weather, but it feels good to put on my Seahawks rain jacket.So. I stand with the geese for a wee bit, and…
A Place For Sanctuary. Sabbath Moment Daily Dose. (August 17 – 20)
Tuesday -- This week we’re talking about bridges. Finding (and naming ways) to connect in a world susceptible to disconnect and fracture. And fortress building.Sometimes bridges are built where there were none before. Sometimes they are built (rebuilt) where damage…
Many more bridges to build
Two brothers, living on adjoining farms, fell into conflict. In forty years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, providing mutual support and assistance whenever needed, it is their first rift. But it doesn't take much, does it? A conflict…
A Place For Sanctuary. Sabbath Moment Daily Dose. (Aug 10 – 13)
Tuesday -- This week we’re talking about Mohini, a regal white tiger who spent her final days pacing a twelve-by-twelve foot square, when she had a new and expansive environment.So where to begin? Maybe, all it takes is one step…
I love you as you are
Mohini was a regal white tiger. In the 1960s and 70s, she lived at the National Zoo in Washington DC. Most of those years she lived in the old lion house--a twelve-by-twelve-foot cage with iron bars and a cement floor.…
Compassionate of heart
“Every Christmas I used to go home to west Tennessee.” (Fred Craddock tells the story in “Craddock Stories”.)“An old high school chum of mine, I called him Buck, had a restaurant in town, every year it was the same. I'd…
