Category: Ritual

The Sermon of Lorca’s Animals

When I was asked to speak again this year for the St. Francis-inspired sermon of animals, my first thought was, “What if I said everything I had to say last year!”  Last year's sermon of animals was a flow coming from multiple places of animals in the life of family and field, forest and farm, and it was very broad spectrum — all the species, all the roles, all the interaction between creatures and family and land. But there is always more about animals.  So this year, it’s not the macro, but the micro — three short portraits.  I want to

On living on the right side of the tapestry.

Death. Love. Emergencies. Sheep. Cleaning. Gardening. Paperwork. Phone calls. Making things. These are all steady players in a season, gardens sometimes excepted. And all of them are lived through a metaphor -- held up in my mind to an old, half-completed piece of embroidered tapestry tucked in a basket on a high shelf. It doesn't matter what it shows, though I believe there is a pond, a distant house and some small horses. The silk colors were lovely. I may never finish it. But its value lies in

On receiving salt and light…

A pirate friend of mine recently sent me a note: "If a dove release symbolizes letting something go . . . then what would you do to symbolize receiving? I know I need to work on that. I have a hard time getting around to sending out invoices for my work. What's beautiful in your world today?" Every morning, take bread and put on it a little butter and a little salt. Take it and your drinking bowl, peeling off steam, out to the edge of your space - a balcony, the edge of the lawn in the snow -- somewhere with