We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us.

The interior life is often stupid.

The irrational haunts the metaphysical.

I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance.

I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing.