Bottling my anxiety

Bottling my anxiety

I spent a recent Saturday morning foraging for fruit, and bottling my anxiety against the coming winter: raiding lonely but laden apple trees on roadside reserves; carefully collecting windfalls from our ancient pear tree before greedy grubs burrow in, to spoil and...
Living Faith

Living Faith

“When the unexpected happens you begin to live.” I do not recall who first wrote that but it is essential truth. When our individual, daily lives follow a pattern with which we have become so familiar, then it is arguable whether we are living or just...
Reflection:  Rose

Reflection: Rose

I share this story from an anonymous source about the first day of college when the Professor asked that we get to know someone we didn’t already know. Next to me was a wrinkled, little old lady smiling, who said, “Hi handsome, my name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years...