Sunday's Thought

"There is a faith in morningtime,

there is belief in noon.

Evening will come whispering

and shine a bright round moon."


-- From the children's book All in a Day by Cynthia Rylant and illustrated by Nikki McClure.

(I read it to the girls in a quieter moment from Friday at Mimi's. And don't you just know it is true -- there is a faith in morningtime.)


To Live's to Fly

Brian Doyle says that religion, and religious practice-- like attending a specific church say-- is the boat believers and seekers choose to carry us over the sea of faith. It's harder to swim that alone, and even more challenging to do it without any kind of map or compass.

Home Again Dancing a Haiku?

 Thanks to poet Emily Wall and the Skagway writers symposium last week, I'm learning to write haikus. You know, those short poems with typically-- and best to begin with this form-- three lines of five, seven, and five syllables each that you compose by counting on your fingers while tapping the beat? She said it is best to begin with two lines of images, and add a twist-- a thought, an idea, a question, or even a unexpected image in the final line.

Whacky Wednesday

I have been full steam ahead on the garden, family, and preparing to head to Skagway for the Northwords Writers Symposium (today thru Saturday.) I'll hop a fast ferry from the cruise ship dock right after I do my reading on the ship from 4-5. I haven't packed. I planted potatoes instead. And I went bike riding and fell this morning. I know,  don't gasp. I'm fine.

Sunday's Thought

"God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely." -- Mary Oliver

This is from Mary Oliver's new book of poems, Felicity. (This is how I find Sunday's Thought: with a cup of coffee, in my pajamas, on Sunday morning, browsing through books with goods thoughts in them, or something I underlined, or  a page turned over, or sometimes, when I'm organized, which is rare, it's on a note that I made to myself after church or while reading, that says "good Sunday Thought SAVE!')



The Eyes of God

Lani Hotch from Klukwan, says that an elder once told her that that the ovoids you see in all Tlingit art are the eyes of God, or "the ever present spirit".  Here's the big question-- which came first, the spirit or the art? Or are they perhaps the same? As Anne Lamott writes about why art-- literary or otherwise matters -- and why we keep creating it, "because of the spirit... because of the heart." This morning I spoke to a friend who is back in the light following a dark spell. She looked great, I told her.

Different Look, But Still the Same Place

As you can see, we have been updating the site, doing a little spring cleaning, and making it mobile-friendly. It looks different, and I'm figuring out how to use it, and may tweak it a bit more, but what's here is still pretty much the same.  I hope you like it. (I prefer plain-ish, and easy to navigate, and I trust this will be.) 



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