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Who Are We? Calling all Senators
“We can write our senators, particularly now this week, when funding for these agencies is being debated. Perhaps the most important message of all is that this is our moment to determine who we are as Americans, who we are as the United States of America.Minnesota is...
Advent Dec 20 ( A Light Story)
The day is young, and windy and cold, and it's already getting behind me, and while Heather Cox Richardson says "Let's a take a night off" and posts a photo of Maine, I 'm no Heather Cox Richardson. Anne Lamott makes me happy with re-runs of her top columns...
Advent Thought (s) Dec. 19 Celebrate the Shadows
I walked today almost alone,-- just the dogs and me-- in circles, with my back to the wind down on the beach, and then into the wind in protected woods. I did this for an hour in between work or chores or choices or whatever it is I do all day-- looping, marching,...
Dec. 18 Advent Scenes (love and joy)
Here is a postcard from December 18-- sunny, cold ( it's 1 degree right now) north gales to 50 knots. Sometimes I see life in scenes, like movies with stories in them-- and today I saw a bunch of them-- yesterday too for that matter. The best one was saved for last (...
Advent Thought (s) Dec. 17 Ring the Bells
"Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."-- Leonard Cohen from his song Anthem. Beth and I rang the bell for the Salvation Army’s Christmas donation kettle at Olerud's...
Advent Thought Dec. 16, We Will Rock You
Leaving the grocery store, a young man carried my bags out to the car in shirt sleeves. The wind scoured Main Street. I was wrapped in down and wool—“I can make two trips,” I said, “you will get frostbite.” He said he doesn’t feel the cold, and as we walked to my car,...
Advent Thought (s) Dec. 15 Joy, joy, joy!
“This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness for a life I feel privileged to lead.” – Elizabeth Berg in her novel, The Art of Mending After the Holly Jolly Follies, as I braced myself out on the porch of the Chilkat Center for the walk up...