Some days a prayer utters itself

I have a childhood memory of the BBC radio news playing from the kitchen in the morning while I was getting ready for school. As in the evening, so in the morning, the radio news concluded with the weather forecast which was then followed by the “shipping forecast” and the naming of the “fishing” groundsContinue reading “Some days a prayer utters itself”

water is the finest drink

And soit has taken meall of sixty yearsto understandthat water is the finest drink,and bread the most delicious food,and that art is worthlessunless it plantsa measure of splendor in people’s hearts. The poem above is written by the Palestinian poet Taha Muhammad Ali. Ali was born in 1931 in the Galilee village of Saffuriya. HeContinue reading “water is the finest drink”

It’s that time of year once again!

This is such a beautiful time of year and how I long for it year after year. At last the hot days of summer are past and the biting cold dark days of midwinter have not yet arrived. Readiness though is in the air, and the trees themselves are making ready as they shed theirContinue reading “It’s that time of year once again!”

A steady cadence.

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of spending a few days in the south west corner of North Carolina. Renting a cabin in the woods in the Smoky Mountains provided a wonderful opportunity for walking in the woods. Many of my walks were made more pleasurable by the steady cadence of fast flowingContinue reading “A steady cadence.”