Monday, May 8, 2017

Anniversary

You never know how it's going to go, especially acts of faith.
Which, of course, is what makes them acts of faith.


You toss a root into the ground, cover it with dirt, and hope.

And over the years, some take, and many do not.
But the ones that take define who we were, who we are, and who we become.

We can hide behind metaphors, of course, and day to day we (mostly) do.

But to the few who know us, a horseradish flower plucked under the rising sun of our 35th wedding anniversary seems enough.



For our 35th wedding anniversary in our 40th year together.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Beltaine, again

Liked it 5 years ago.
Still do.


“It is easy for me to imagine that the next great division of the world will be between people who wish to live as creatures and people who wish to live as machines.” 
Wendell Berry, Life is a Miracle

The increasing light, the returning horseshoe crabs, the bay rising, falling, and rising again, remind me what I'll forget again in a moment. If I were not mortal, the forgetting would not be sin.

But I am, and it is.



Bealtaine again.