Snowflake Lane

Bellevue Square was packed.  I stood outside in the small square on the east side of Macy's, just in front of the old Baskin-Robbins (closed).  The brisk air seemed right, and what seemed to be multitudes had gathered.  I didn't manage to crowd-surfed out to see the numbers on Bellevue Way, but several hundred lingered …

Ceasura

It's a pause in a line of verse or meter.   It implies, and most frequently, demands, a breath.  It's an between-moment, a brief stop in a journey. So I'm trying to catch the breath offering itself in this particular ceasura. 2010 holds new promise, new possibilities.  The season of full-time ministry is waning, though not …

Thoughts on Gifts

The ravaged paper is in sacks to be tossed (if the trash man ever comes again), ribbons and bows worth keeping have been culled to be kept in a box for another round at birthdays or next Christmas, and the shirts and sweaters and new journal and the other things have been stacked and carried …

At Home on a White Christmas

So I'm up at 6:00 a.m., and by 7:00 the snow flakes are an inch thick. Probably one of the two or three times in my life where Christmas morning has been picture postcard perfect. No need to dream of a white Christmas, because it's here. Having my first cup of coffee, sounds of Anjie …