Getting ready for our "house concert" has been a gift and a challenge for me: the gift arrives in both the hospitality and the mus...

Two poems that have recently found me offer a subtle sense that my year of wandering and beholding without a specific plan is on target. The...

This afternoon I had one of those "small" blessings that makes living in a small community so sweet. Yesterday, when I went to p...

I am gratefully and intentionally old school: this may strike some as a glorified geezer rant, but I'm willing to take the risk. It hit ...

What a difference a reasonably priced pick-up makes on my upright bass! Wow! Why did I wait three years to make it happen?!? Well, now it ...

Listening for the still, small voice of the holy is a challenge. It is no easier for life long contemplatives than for crazy-assed rock and ...

I have genuinely come to love the experience - and the spirituality - of each of our four seasons. This wasn't always true, but I can co...

Yesterday I borrowed words from two poets on the periphery - Parker Palmer and Carrie Newcomer - who wrote:  To see life steadily and see it...

A small but wonderfully nuanced choir is starting to sing songs of paradox these days into  the  apocalypse now cacophony of the USA. It is ...

Last night we practiced as a band: Famous Before We're Dead. It was a good  albeit complicated time. We hadn't all played together...

So today is Independence Day in the United States: what an odd, challenging, beautiful, confusing, heart-breaking, demanding and paradoxical...