The baby was bouncing on his grandmother’s knees. He caught my eyes and, as I got closer, he did as little ones are inclined to do and threw his rattle onto the sidewalk. His eyes came back to mine from the beautiful silver rattle. I couldn’t resist the challenge in those eyes dancing with mischief.Continue reading “Trail of Crumbs Worth Following”
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A swarming of life
The sound of non-stop activity could be heard some distance away and provided the first clue that something special was happening nearby. Following the sound, our eyes traveled upward into the old black walnut. Life was literally swarming around an opening in the tree. The air vibrated with it. Honeybees had found a new home!Continue reading “A swarming of life”
A pit stop: Hell to Heaven
Too many highway exits with only farmland evident in either direction had passed by. My bladder insisted this one with a couple of options for restrooms was a necessary break in the trip. Still, I almost backed out as I opened the door to the service station. Anger, yelling between co-workers, smacked me in theContinue reading “A pit stop: Hell to Heaven”
A tale of two empty tombs
The end of the line wasn’t visible – so many people crowded into such a tight space. They were acting as we so often do in such situations. Patience was fraying; grumbling intensified as time passed. A man in our group was grabbed by the arm, others wanting to move him as they tried toContinue reading “A tale of two empty tombs”
Choosing Mud
My thoughts have revolved around mud for much of today. Initially, I’ll lay blame for the mud on one of our canine neighbors, Jess. She came for a visit during yesterday’s rain. It’s fair to say that Jess has me wrapped around her paw. She bats those brown eyes at me…, and, well, a wetContinue reading “Choosing Mud”
Shattered — Minding the Light
As the VDOT crew was setting up their cautionary signs of road work ahead yesterday, Baxter and I stopped to greet them and learned they were going to clean up the remains of a tree that had not so long ago reminded me of our quickly life can change, how quickly it can end. We […]Continue reading “Shattered — Minding the Light”
Shattered
As the VDOT crew was setting up their cautionary signs of road work ahead yesterday, Baxter and I stopped to greet them and learned they were going to clean up the remains of a tree that had not so long ago reminded me of our quickly life can change, how quickly it can end. WeContinue reading “Shattered”
Hearing the cries from Bethlehem
O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie A half-century of visions of Bethlehem shaped by church plays and TV depictions of Jesus’ birth were abruptly replaced when one billboard caught my eye. The sign off a busy roadway displayed a bright yellow star. In Bethlehem one might expect to see lotsContinue reading “Hearing the cries from Bethlehem”
Amid chaos, we can still find The Light
From Walmart during the holidays to the Via Dolorosa This is the first post in a series inspired by a recent pilgrimage to Israel-Palestine. The holiday shopping season is on! By the time you read this column, we’ll have survived Black Friday, Shop Small Saturday, and Cyber Monday. Not a fan of crowds and chaos,Continue reading “Amid chaos, we can still find The Light”
Minding the Light 