Tag Archives: Earth
A Life Redeemed
“What happens when we recycle bottles and cans?” asks Kathleen Mctigue in her meditation.[1] “They are transformed; they are made into something else. Though it may seem a homely analogy for something as lofty as our souls,” she continues, “that’s … Continue reading
Meditation on the Coming of Autumn
O sing Hallelujah, for now is indeed a time for turning, a time of transition. Autumn comes this week. Summer vacation stretches out behind us; children are back in school. Here and there among the green leaves on branches of … Continue reading
Meditation on the Coming of the Summer Solstice (Quoting Sarah Dan Jones*)
Once again earth’s northern face gazes directly at the sun. The summer solstice is upon us, the longest span of daylight through the course of the year. May we rejoice. May we rejoice in the great, ongoing cycles of planets … Continue reading
Risking Creativity
“The difficulty in understanding how [creativity] happens, even when it happens to us” says science writer Jonah Lehrer, “means that we often associate breakthroughs with an external force. In fact, [at least in the western world] until the [European] Enlightenment, … Continue reading
The Promise of Living: An Easter Homily
The promise of living / With hope and thanksgiving / Is born of our loving / Our friends and our labor. / The promise of growing / With faith and with knowing / Is born of our sharing / Our … Continue reading
Winter Takes Its Time
Our lives mirror the changing seasons. Now we await the end of winter, tired, restless, impatient. We await the end of winter. March mud, April rain and May sun call to us, coax us, tease us gently. We are almost … Continue reading
Fragments of Your Ancient Name
The early 20th century German language poet, Rainer Maria Rilke, writes: “A fracture broke across the rings you’d ripened. / A screaming shattered the voices / that had just come together to speak you, to make of you a bridge … Continue reading
Something Simpler Than I Could Ever Believe
Friends, once again, we arrive in the brown season, a season between seasons, the time before winter. As we sang, “Now light is less …. The haze of harvest drifts across the field …. The walker trudges ankle deep in … Continue reading
