It won't come as news to those who know me well that I'm often "late to the party" when it comes to discerning social tre...

The late Thomas Merton – monk, author, and activist – discerned that to speak of Christ’s blessing to the weird among us, he needed poetry m...

Our spring seed order has shipped, I've spent the last few hours shoveling 5" of snow, the days are growing incrementally longer, a...

It is a grim, cold, and gray day in our Berkshire hills: a thin coating of ice shrouds our bushes, the deck in increasingly a sea of mush, a...

For the next two months - the liturgical season of epiphany - my Sunday evening prayer reflections will consider how the "weird people...

Having read many of my favorite authors' end of the year summaries - some of which were insightful and moving - I've been pondering ...

Christmas Eve 2021 was spent in Brooklyn with a Zoom trip to L'Arche Ottawa for our Pageant. My grandson, Lou, joined us on the ukulele...

I thought Christmas THIS year would be different. So did everyone else. Our family has been fully vaccinated - and boostered - and I mean ...

SMALL IS HOLY REFLECTION FOR ADVENT IV So, here we are at the Fourth Sunday of Advent in the second year of Covid. That’s two ways of marki...