Within These Woods: Beaver

The original master carpenterRaw materials of sticks and mudWoven dams and all-season lodgesShe swims silently to and fro accumulatingA cache of tree tops for winter’s approachIgnoring my observing eyesUntil I come just a little too closeThen…THWACK!Her mighty tail crashes down on the water’s surfaceAnd she is gone and all around are warned

On This Good Friday

Good Friday and Easter Sunday is a time of renewal and rebirth for Christians—a time for spring (at least in the Northern hemisphere). Seeing as Christianity arose in cultures in the Northern hemisphere that makes sense. I struggle with the idea of intercessory prayer, virgin birth and a literal resurrection—though I’m active in the MethodistContinue reading “On This Good Friday”

Bearing False Witness

I’d like to write about the Ten Commandments. Specifically, I’d like to write about number nine: You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. Those that know me, you can have a moment to recover yourself. I mean really, what’s my expertise here? Well not much. However, according to Rachel McIver-Morey from the NorthfieldContinue reading “Bearing False Witness”

June 24, 1964

Why write and share a song about such a dark day? Well, there are some stories that deserve remembrance and telling. And, just knowing about an event and connecting and understanding it on an emotional level are two very different things. This song was sort of dropped in my lap, so I had to seeContinue reading “June 24, 1964”