So part two (and now part three) of my reflection on brokenness is taking its own sweet time in being born. That's as it should be. I am...

For most of my adult life I have heard it said that our "wounds are the way into our healing." From the first time I read Henri No...

For the better part of a week I have been struggling to state how I learned to enter my wounds honestly and let the grace, silence, and ligh...

The first flowering of goldenrod showed up by a fence at our place yesterday and I thought: "Slow down, man, summer is racing by!"...

This searing poem from gentle Wendell Berry speaks to this ugly moment in time. " Questionnaire" is to contemporary poetry what Li...

In a few minutes I will load up the car with my musical gear and head off to a gig in Kent, CT. We're playing for a few hours at one of ...

Recently I stumbled upon a few more contemporary icons painted by the artist Kelly Latimore. Last year at this time, I posted his rendering ...

Ah, the bounty and beauty of summer comes full blown as August arrives in the Berkshires: the lilies and hostas are magnificent, the nativ...

All this week I have been doing painting and repairs on our home. After the crew from Brooklyn left on Sunday, I have been at work keeping o...

Ok, I confess that I only made it through 45 minutes of last night's Democratic debate. With all due respect, I already know that I will...

When a joy-filled weekend with family came to a close, I read an interview with Washington Post columnist George Wills. in The Atlantic b...