We sat together and cried for almost two hours, sometimes holding hands, sometimes wiping our eyes or noses with tissues (we emptied a whole box). And two days later we did it all over again. She is a professor with a doctorate in the hard sciences. Years ago, as an undergraduate, she made the decision she …
When we lived in western Massachusetts, I had not only an enormous flower garden in the front yard, but a vegetable garden about a mile away from the house in some of the richest farm land in the world. January and February were magical months when the seed catalogues arrived by the bushel, filled with …
In honor of the beginning of so many things, I share a fiber art piece that is still in the creative process. I began it last week as I looked toward St. Bride’s Day. The image is a cairn from the Burren on the west coast of Ireland, where Bride and her feast day are …
I was born not far from the ocean and have lived most of my life within an hour of one of the two huge bodies of water that give our planet its distinctive color from space. Anyone who has spent any length of time along a coastline knows that drowning is not something that happens …
High Holy Days open conversations in paradoxical ways. Sometimes dialogue around the extended family table seems anything but. Often it is a rote repetition of past years, little more than familiar monologues competing for airspace. A neutral observer might wonder if there had been an intervening year, or growth, or change, or world (national, community, …
Whether we are Christian or not, our sisters and brothers of that faith are moving into the final week of Lent, considering the death of Jesus from many perspectives, seeking to understand his witness on behalf of the vast majority of humanity who live on the margins of power. His teaching (in common with the …