Woodcutters and pilgrims

Yesterday I decided to try my hand at some woodwork. Now, you have to understand, I am not a stranger to this subject and have even build some usable yard furniture (note “usable”). My Dad was a carpenter, trained in the 1940s before the advent of power tools he had a...

In remembrance of me

Today we enter into the Triduum, literally, the “three days”. Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and on through Holy Saturday to Easter. “Wait!” you say, “That is four days”. In our world, yes, but in the world of first century Judaism we would be counting from sunset to...

Getting the wobbles

When I was doing physical therapy recently I had to stand on one of those wobble boards. They are a particularly loathsome form of torture for someone with such terrible balance as I have. The most basic version of a wobble board is basically half a ball with wood on...

Quick eyed love

A few weeks ago, as I was wondering whether writing a daily meditation throughout Lent was really such a good idea, someone suggested to me that I use my photographs instead. This change of view from words to images has been good for me and pairing up pictures and the...

why run…..?

I was having a conversation with my son, who is in College, a couple of weeks ago. We were talking about being half way through things and that making them much easier. As we both run I gave the example of running two miles. Sometimes, somewhere around that half mile...