
Just as I looked to the sky coming off the escalator up from the Metro at Arlington Cemetery, I saw it. It was the “hole in heaven” that I saw the evening before Mom left. But here, now, in Washington DC’s blueness, the hole was back, but this time with a sliver from a rainbow shining forth within. …
I am fascinated by the migration patterns in birds. One of the most astounding migrations for me is the Demoiselle Crane. In late August and September each year, these birds take the one of the most difficult migrations in the world, when they cross (or attempt to) the Himalayan mountains to get to India where they will winter. …
I don’t know what type of mustard plant the Gospel (