We’re doing it again. Moving. From woodland with its glorious silver coyote that runs creekside each morning. Back to concrete and steel. The photo here, which we printed to make a card for a nephew at Christmas, captures nearly perfectly what we see from the crest of a favorite street.…
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OPEN MY EARS TO LISTEN AS ONE BEING TAUGHT
It’s from Isaiah and it’s apt on this Sunday. Many things in our lives are new and a little uncomfortable. I listen with ears trained on myself. My needs. My wants. Like standing in snow at the top of a mountain I wish this morning to grow quiet enough to…