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Living

Know Where to Look

“No matter what we’re experiencing it will change with the passage of time. What is of greatest importance then, in a world where both the view and vantage point are so changeable?

Knowing where to look.”

Living, Writing

Nativity

“Is this call,
To come unto Him,
The invitation to our own
Nativity?
An opportunity for rebirth and
Becoming
A new people, 
Keeping a new covenant 
And ushering in
A new world.”

Living

Mary Knew

“I imagine that she too had to remind herself that it wasn’t all dirty nappies, dirty dishes,  dirty floors, fingers,  and faces. That somewhere in the mundaneness of it all the work of God was happening.  That somewhere in her offering of home, food, learning, and love there was something that would come close to the divinity within him. That somehow in all her mortal weakness there would be something that would help him in the work he would someday perform.”

Living, Writing

Earning My Eulogy

“Because feeling weak is just an idea,

Like worry, or fear, or hope.

And ideas can change

The course of history,

And my own mind.

So while I breathe

And while I stand 

Upon the ground instead of lie within it,

I’ll earn that obituary.”

America

Masks and Serpents

Choice,  the capacity to utilize our free will, only happens when we have at least two options to choose between.  Those who proclaim the all-encompassing importance of free choice, while condemning those who offer the opportunity to make a choice, or who take offense when an option they don’t want is offered to them,  epitomize hypocrisy. They want the freedom to choose their path,  but are ready to cast stones at those who offer or choose another.  That’s not a defender of liberty.  That’s a demagogue parading  as a patriot.  

Living, Writing

Nana’s Aprons

“The name she goes by in each part of our family doesn’t seem to matter much; it is what the name has come to mean that has made all the difference. “

Farming, Living, Writing

Father, Farmer, Philosopher

I picked up my fork and went to work beside him on the hillside, blood and sweat mingling under the Midwestern sun. He smiled at me and threw another thistle. “Farms and people need caretakers,” He said.