Gerri and I had a rather unique perspective on what was designed as a visual meditation during our New Year’s Eve retreat at King’s House.
We’d agreed to be “Readers” for the late-evening prayer service – and as such, our behind-the-ambo position meant we saw only the backside of a soul-stirring iconostasis.
It remains to be seen whether I will master the (surprisingly complex) process of turning organic waste…into fertile soil.
But I have discovered that my fancy new “HotFrog Dual Body Tumbling Composter” makes for a fine way to entertain grandsons.
We stepped out onto our deck the other day, and saw something unusual in the gloaming: a celestial event some 800 years in the making.
Late have I loved you, Sam Rocha.
But thanks…for becoming quite an unexpected gift in my Advent prayer life.
As Advent terminology goes, I suspect “rumbustious” wouldn’t make most people’s Top 10 list.
Heck, “rumbustious” probably doesn’t make the list any time of year, at least not for an American like me.
Normally, I’d expect a walk in the woods to provide comfort.
Midnight came early last evening. Or so it seemed.
Not a moment too soon, this confounding year comes to a conclusion this week.
Autumns come, and autumns go. Year on year, decade after decade. Even so, I can never seem to get the ratio correct: “leaf bag” to “actual leaf drop”.
From our grandkids’ perspective, the transformation now appears to be complete. And it is wonderful in their eyes.
With Us Still 