They had been wandering in the wilderness for weeks, footsore, frustrated and fed up with their leaders. Where were they going? When would they get there? Why couldn’t they have
A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. -Maya Angelou In the highways, in the hedges, I’ll be somewhere (searching) for my
When my granddaughter Julia was two, she and I would play a game in the car on the way to our house. As we got close to Concord, she would
Many years ago I read a book by John Hanson Mitchell called Ceremonial Time. It’s the history of one square mile over fifteen thousand years, the first of five books called The
At some point during our Monday morning walks at Walden Pond, a verse or a reflection will occur to one of us, often inspired by something at or on the
Last week my granddaughter and I were underneath St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. We had been inside to look up at Michelangelo’s soaring dome; above, looking down to the church floor and
It’s good to get outside and walk at this time of year. When the sky is winter white, nests appear, invisible when the leaves of the trees are green.
The sign is there, and the rock cairn laid stone by stone; pilgrims paying homage to the one who came to discover his life beside the kettle pond. There too are
How did today become Groundhog Day? It seems to have started as an ancient European secular version of the Christian Candlemas, using a furry brown rodent as a weather forecaster.
They kept on coming and coming, some on foot or by any means of transportation available First by the hundreds, then by the thousands. Those who had planned to be
The big moment came and went and I was not where I hoped to be. Yet, as it turned out, I was exactly where I was meant to be. My
Among the many foundational stories in the Judaeo-Christian tradition is one that I particularly cherish. It’s about the courage of three women who risked their lives and reputations to save