Traversing the labyrinth at King’s House takes about 10 minutes, at a meditative pace.
Add three to four minutes if you decide to pull the odd weed or sprout along the way.
Continue readingTraversing the labyrinth at King’s House takes about 10 minutes, at a meditative pace.
Add three to four minutes if you decide to pull the odd weed or sprout along the way.
Continue readingA couple of hours into our hike at Emmenegger Nature Park, I figured the Little Guy had probably had a bellyful of adventure – more than enough for one morning.
I was wrong.
I got a jolt when I opened up the Sports section of the local rag the other day.
There it was: proof…in a disorienting sheath-of-newsprint…that the entire world has gone sideways.
The 4th of July – like much of “normal” life – promises to be pretty much a dud in 2020. COVID has claimed many of the fireworks spectaculars we’ve tended to take for granted in years past.
But that doesn’t mean we have to settle for a “boom-free” celebration of Independence Day – at least not in my backyard.
There are times when you encounter an exhortation in the Gospel that both beggars the imagination and pierces the heart. And then, only a prophet – a holy man – can help you find the wisdom in Jesus’ words.
I like to remember “Bob, the priest” – Father Bob Menner – as just such a blessing in my life.
Third time’s a charm, I suppose.
Lately, there’ve been times when I’ve felt the past three months have seemed like years.
Three years…or thirty.
The Spirit stirred a bit in a city park yesterday. So why am I surprised?
A most unusual storm derailed a family tradition yesterday, and sent us scurrying for safety.