A hard wind blows

What the story doesn't tell us, but we nevertheless know to be true because we are men and they were too, is that they fought in the boat.  Not fisticuffs, no, not like that, but there were voices raised to be sure, and words exchanged, salty ones, and comments made about the rowing ability of … Continue reading A hard wind blows


Of romance, exile and silver platters.

Tucked into the green foothills of the snow-capped Pyrenees mountains, not far from the mid-point of France's long southern border with Spain, lies the sleepy village of Saint-Bertrand-de-Comminges.  Oddly, this tiny hamlet boasts a cathedral for its not more than three hundred souls. Cathédrale Saint Marie is built on the high point of the village, … Continue reading Of romance, exile and silver platters.

Advent One*

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I say, “What shall I cry?” Silence. Barren trees upon Frozen mountains, steely blue under grey-clad sky; Witnesses. Better: underlings, collaborators, Tongue-biting lackeys of a Higher Power. The crow dares, dark of heart and wing. Colour commentator of things not his business. "Ga!", he shouts convincingly. A single word … Continue reading Advent One*

Five things they should have told me before I was ordained. No, Six.

I may not be the sharpest pin in the box, or maybe I was sitting behind the door when the instructions were handed out but, in any case, I seemed to have missed a thing or two in divinity school.  My professors taught me to read ancient languages, decipher complicated texts, actively listen, and use … Continue reading Five things they should have told me before I was ordained. No, Six.