The Lesson of the Goblet

At the goblet’s base are stable habits to help the soul gather burdens together in one place, perhaps, one day, to be weighed, compounded as a single trait— endurance. Along the slender stem runs the stretching work, the call to serve, care for others in a way that doesn’t alienate, but extends, expands the placeContinue reading “The Lesson of the Goblet”

Irish Hills

The life of the soul is not linear but topographical— time does not pass, it mounts contours mimic visages, memories of people and places that belong to the one who says, “This is my land,” I know how it was formed, which rivers are navigable, where the crossings are— how long it takes to getContinue reading “Irish Hills”

In Sync with the Season

in solitude and silence, close to the fire, listening to crackling kindling, snapped off branches, whole logs burn I contemplate the coming frost— the need to resolve unfinished bits of Fall Winter: the perfect time to make peace the way Jacob made his timely, pressing peace with brother Esau after how many years (?) finallyContinue reading “In Sync with the Season”