[serialposts] When I was young I talked to the night sky. I’d sit on a chaise lounge in the backyard or lie on the pool deck and stare at the stars—or what I could see of them from my suburban homestead. I did most of the talking and never let the sky—my tangible...
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[god in the yard] weep: celebration
[serialposts] We spend… too little time experiencing the griefs themselves. The result is that these griefs remain hidden and never open us to our joys. ~David Whyte Fingers lightly wrapped around the handles, I escape. I feel the vibration of speed beneath me, my...
[god in the yard] look: contemplation
[serialposts] Contemplation We have been invited. We have been given the rules. We are now asked to contemplate. Such a loaded word. So much baggage has been packed on those few letters throughout the years. But it is the one I consider as I walk down past three...
[god in the yard] rules: the way
[serialposts] Welcome to the world, he says, when I carefully part the branches for him to see. There are only three and so we know. One of the hatchlings did not make it. But this somber knowledge gives way to joy as the babies detect our presence and, mistaking us...
[god in the yard] woods: invitation
[serialposts] There's something about nature that makes it a holy place. The...
[epistle of james] project wordles
[serialposts]When we complete a group blogging project around here we usually...
[god in the yard] introduction
[serialposts] "This is the story of an unusual year, when I did something I...
reflections on resurrection, the word, and self [april 2011 top content]
This has become a bit of a habit so far this year. I enjoy seeing (and...
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