In a damp cathedral of towering firs in Oregon, I bend down, close my eyes, then raise them upward, my eyes and heart open. I pray. “You are my hunger and my food. My thirst and my water. My wound and my healing.” I was brought here for this holy moment in the light rain,… Read More in the wild (part 2)
Just a glimpse, Moses: a clift in the rock here, a mountaintop there, and the rest is denial and longing. You have to stalk everything…And then occasionally the mountains part…Now we rejoice…“Surely the Lord is in this place; and I knew it not.” The fleeing shreds I see, the back parts, are a gift, an… Read More birds in the gaps
There’s no quiet quite like this. The wind is the breath of God on my back, trying to speak what I can only hear here. It is so freeing to be lost; unaware of the noise. It’s only you and I and the earth. Nothing can take me from you here. To be alone is… Read More Week 36: earth
a kingdom built of seeds 