Sunday, April 20, 2014


Let trumpets sound and birds take flight;
Let flowers bloom and glow with light.
Let all the world sing songs of praise
And hearts delight, rejoicing.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Holy Saturday

There are days when it seems
This longest of journeys will never end; 
The distant mountains never will be reached.
Patience, my dear one:
Tomorrow will come
In its own good time.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday

Into each life that moment comes
When hearts and hands are aching,
Full of grief.
What gift could ever hope
To redeem such loss?

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Maundy Thursday

Night falls,
Familiar landscapes fade to gray, 
And so the wait begins...

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Coastal fog

The blessing in getting away from the dailiness of life 
and back to the hills 
lies in  learning yet again 
how small a role our lives play 
in the magnitude of creation...

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

No place like home

There have always been people who wondered at our decision to live on an island; who couldn't imagine living "that far" from civilization (when a 30 minute ferry ride will put you right in downtown Seattle, or, if you prefer, a 30 minute drive will take you across a bridge to a typical suburban mall).

But we love it here; love the relative peace and quiet, the lighter traffic, the trees, the sense of community, the emphasis on the arts... and, of course, the water.  I'm always happy to travel -- there are lots of beautiful places in the world to visit -- but I'm happier still to return, to leave the city behind, glide across the water, and slip back into this lovely place we call home.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Waiting for Easter

Growth is never a steady path, a single incline with no dips or curves.  But when your internal eye is set on the goal it can be hard to be patient with those long dull stretches when it feels like you're getting nowhere, or with those dark times when you wonder if you'll ever be out of the woods.

Holy Week -- the exhilaration of the beginning, the impatience in the temple, the humility of Maundy Thursday, the agony of the cross, the waiting -- both in the garden, and by the tomb -- and the rejoicing in glory that illuminates its completion -- encapsulates that whole growth process for me. 

And, just like Holy Week, it happens over and over again; there are always new tasks to master, new moments of humility, new trials to overcome, and new arrivals and discoveries to celebrate.  With each new round we find ourselves again caught in the wheel, awash in the emotions of the moment, eager for the revelations to come even as we struggle with the bonds that hold us back.

I mention all this because this painting feels a bit like Easter to me.  I know we're not supposed to be there quite yet, but hey -- my personal Easter doesn't always keep to the liturgical calendar!  For me this painting is the culmination of a year of study and exploration, and a promise of possibility, and a reminder that sometimes the missing piece, that problem you've been trying to solve, that resolution you seek, can come in a blinding flash of insight when you least expect it, when your mind is on other things and that restless seeking inside has finally given up and taken a nap.

And, as always, whenever Easter arrives, there is this enormous rush of gratitude -- and my evangelical roots come running out, waving their hands and crying "Thank you, Jesus!"

Silly, I know.  But such a wonderful part of life...