Fast on the heels of bright spring Easter euphoria, grey clouds of doubt grumble. Just a week or so ago, we celebrated the everlasting good news of an empty tomb. With eyes glued to the risen Christ, we rejoiced. Yet days later, some small shadow twists or...
I hear loud rambunctious thumping again. That crazy bird is at it again. Mr. Yellow-Rumped Warbler hops up and down, flapping his wings. Bright patches of yellow catch my eye while his black-and-white striped wings frantically move. He’s not ramming the window or...
At our house, birds play a role in our day. Snuggled up close to the house, one cylindrical feeder attracts smallish birds, often finches, the tufted titmouse, and an occasional downy woodpecker. The nearby feeder, filled only in warmer weather, offers nourishment to...
“Waiting is an art that our impatient age has forgotten. It wants to break open the ripe fruit when it has hardly finished planting the shoot.” -Dietrich Bonhoeffer For the one who creates, waiting may be the hardest space to occupy during the creative...
When I was a child, airport trips to pick up incoming family members accentuated the wonder of the holidays. We walked from the wood-paneled station wagon all the way to the airport arrival gate, just off the taxiway. Dressed in our Sunday best, we strolled the...
