You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Moody, sometimes chilly or clammy …
The foghorn from Canada, with its mournful G-note pitch …
Memories of Seattle …
Unseen dripping …
Garden slugs underfoot …
A wash of gray in such contrast to the glorious sunrises I’ve witnessed and photographed … yes, everything’s muted.
Yes, I loved her
imperfectly
the night, then, unclouded
from above or below
When I first began reading contemporary poetry (for pleasure, independent of classroom assignment), I often sensed the poem existed as a single line or two, with the rest of the work as window dressing.
Now I read the Psalms much the same way, for the poem within the poem, or at least the nugget I’m to wrestle with on this occasion. Psalm 81, for instance, has both the “voice in thunder” and “honey from rock.” What exactly are those in my own experience?
My goal of having our family operating on a Quaker Meeting decision-making process.
Yes, trying to find concesus with young children in the house. We’re all on board, right?
Let’s just say I failed here. My, was a naïve when I jumped in as a stepdad in my mid-50s!
Not just because of a rebellious younger member, whom I deeply adore. But also because of the parent/adult dynamics and tensions.
No doubt, I pictured myself as the clerk, that is moderator. The mother, however, is what the one in the movie My Fat Greek Wedding Declared, the throat, ultimately rules.
Saint Paul should stand fully corrected regarding the head of the household. The mother’s is great theology.
Just how are decisions really made in families? I’d love to listen in on the discussions.
There had been five when I reached for my camera.
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I’ve been on a flippant streak.
Hope others have seen it as light-hearted or even funny rather than offensive.
Usually, it’s to get either the spiders she fears or the dust she’s allergic to.
Yes, some chores can be seen as acts of love or devotion.
Even if I would rather avoid housekeeping altogether.
Immaculate
Misconception
The former home of Methodist Episcopal congregation in Edmunds, Maine, once looked out over the Lower Bridge across the Dennys River. The bridge disappeared after U.S. 1 was routed a quarter-mile to the east. The church, meanwhile, is being encroached by forest, a reminder of a more populous and more prosperous time. Its square belfry is long gone.
Below, remaining stone abutment of the bridge is seen on the Dennysville side of the river at low tide.
Jnana's Red Barn 