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friday five: blank slate edition
So here it is, the first day of a brand new year. I'm trying a less conventional lens to think about the blank slate of 2016 using these five categories as prompts.Food: I enjoyed some success losing...
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respite
I took a road trip last week. My 15-year old Akita-mix, Juliet, had a tumor on her upper gum, and a good friend is very generous to offer free vet care to my pooches when I bring them to her. So off to...
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beginning again
Early in the year, with a blank slate of expansive possibility ahead of me, I declared that I would blog more frequently. I haven't. I don't think that there is any particular reason for this, but two...
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a father's gift
It was worse than a slap in the face.After some intensive one-on-one vocational and personal counseling as part of the process toward ordination, I made the commitment to work on the problematic...
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in which a single word generates a stream of unusual consciousness
Confession. There is a group of bloggers who have committed to resuming the art of writing a blog. For myself, facebook is one of the culprits responsible for my slack, but other factors contributed to...
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reverend anne goes to washington
I keep deferring writing this post because I fear its length. Ha! Who, me? Run-on sentences? Verbiage? Turn of phrase? Let's just get to it. And don't be put off by its length. It's a decent story and...
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big gulp: change is in gear
Did I mention that I was moving? To Connecticut. From Tennessee.The lapse in writing here has meant that shifts in the landscapes of my life--internal and external--have taken place without the usual...
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chasuble selfie
It's the rare occasion that I take a selfie. For one thing, while some people can't walk and chew gum at the same time. I can't "pose" and take a picture simultaneously. The results are never ready for...
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facing what lies within
I remember, years ago, attending a talk given by the Rt. Rev. John Shelby Spong, the Episcopal Bishop of Newark. Now retired, in his active years in ministry Bishop Spong seemed best known for the...
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blinded by the light
I haven't been in the habit of reading much in recent years. It seems that vacation idling, when the routines of daily life at home are replaced by new a environment and fewer demands, provides the...
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those were the days
I had dinner the other night with an old high school friend. Connected intermittently through the faith community of our childhood, our paths intersected again in high school, where we developed a...
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cracking white open
I had a Come to Jesus Meeting the other day. It was one of those stop-dead-in-my-tracks kind of epiphanies that felt more like a gut-punch than an, "oh, now I get it," revelation. Sobering, humbling,...
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it's a hard knock life
There's a reason I don't post here as frequently as I used to. Sure, Facebook offers a quick and dirty means of sharing salient and silly slices of life, and the ease of that forum has contributed to...
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farewell, good and faithful friend
In my last post I made mention of some losses over the last year. These fall under a variety of categories, but there's one that cuts so deeply to the bone that I haven't been able to talk about it....
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another farewell
Yesterday I lifted Juliet into the car to drive to Waltham, Massachusettes--a suburb of Boston--where we had an appointment to discuss surgical options to address her cancerous tumors. The previous 36...
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There's a story going "viral" on social media about the commendable actions of a white police officer who pulled over a black teenager to caution him about texting while driving. The boy was frightened...
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under scrutiny
After making a series of applications for assorted things recently, I have concluded that one of the things that afflicts all of us these days is the resulting discomfort of being under scrutiny. My...
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jed's journal: prologue
(published a day after writing) So, I adopted a dog. I set out to adopt a senior dog, thinking that it would provide a home to a dog in need, and require a shorter duration commitment for us as a...
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jed's journal: epilogue
It didn't last.Yesterday I reached the difficult and sad decision to relinquish Jed back to the Foundation from which I adopted him. I am heartbroken, and grieving the possible life that might have...
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happies on the horizon
I have a Big Birthday coming up. Three weeks from tomorrow to be exact, so I've been doing a little prep in anticipation. This is the first birthday in a long time that I have had to rely on myself for...
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the birthday train has left the station!
This is truly a glorious month in which to be born. In this part of the world (southern New England) the tulips are at their peak, the lilacs are bursting forth, dogwood are stately as ever, azaleas...
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the train has returned to the station
Can I just say... wow! I had no idea, when I began to collect ideas for ways to celebrate my birthday, that the effort (and frankly, it wasn't much effort) would prove to be so spectacularly...
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where's reverent irreverence?
Um, so, I knew it had been a while since I had written a post here, but nine months? Sheesh... Let's rectify that!A lot has happened since last June: new job, new location and place to live, reunited...
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It's been awhile, and I'm back because...
Periodically I get to musing about things that deserve a little more space and reflection than I want to squeeze onto a Facebook post, where most online interaction takes place these days, at least for...
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Marking Sabbatical Time
The cemetery at the Carlisle Residential Indian Boarding SchoolToday marks eleven days since beginning my three-month sabbatical. More than 10% done. On the third day, as I was driving through the...
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