I am forgotten like the unremembered dead;
I am like a dish that is broken   PS 31: 13

My beloved has done wonderful things in the backyard of our home, especially since the self-isolation and stay-at-home circumstances surrounding the pandemic.  Besides creating different gathering spaces around garden areas, part of the process has been finding interesting locations to place garden ornaments, many of which have been given to us by dear friends and family. …

For many of us, we don’t like to be told what we need to do or even what we should do.  It can feel like an imposition, and indeed it very well can be just that – a force of someone else’s will over my own. …

The moon stood in its fullness just last night.  The passion tide is fast approaching!  As John (JN 13: 21-33, 36-38) told us yesterday, “it is night,” and today, Matthew (MT 26: 14-25) continues with the evening darkness. …

We hear things differently from far away. On the day before Hurricane Katrina hit in 2005, we flew out of New Orleans to California for a camping/winery vacation trip. As we traveled into Sequoia National Park, we lost phone reception and were not able to get the full details of the devastation that had been wrought by the great storm.…

It is striking to me how much of an atmosphere is created and held when you are in the presence or even participating in the dying process of a person.  Maybe it is not that the sacredness of the environment is so much created but perhaps ‘caught’ would be a better term. …