I pray this morning in the holy juxtaposition of life and death. Before the sun was up, I heard the knockety, knockety, knockety of a yellow-bellied sapsucker banging on a beech tree — a call for Love, the fount of all Life. A few moments later, I was reading about...
When this land came into our hands, in 2012, it was a holy mess. My friends, Mark and Jenny, had brought me here seven years earlier in hopes of recruiting a neighbor of like heart and mind. We walked across the meandering stream and up a rocky knoll, entering what...
I walked in a part of the woods, this morning, that does not yet have a path. It will one day, I know, possibly quite soon. But today, there is no path and I have only hints as to which way to go. The journey into God is like this. Occasionally, the way is clear....
