Sunday December 28 It’s raining warm buckets today. I let Mrs Horse out to stretch her legs, but the rain is so persistent, she stood by the barn, her hay…
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The day before Christmas Eve I walked Omalola behind the shed and manure pile. The sun had dropped behind the horizon to pull in a darkness with presence. The clouds…
Martin Shaw in Keeping Focus spoke about how St. Brendan was visited by the angel Michael in the form of a bird. “It was the sound of God announcing his…
The road where I walk has gone from always straightforward, to it depends on how much snow or ice has fallen as to whether I will walk the dogs there….
As I’ve mentioned before I write a response to Martin Shaw’s Beasts and Vines Substack every Sunday morning. His kind responses draws these little essays from me. This week I’m…
My Take on “The Woman Who Became a Fox” The following is my retelling of Martin Shaw’s story: “The Woman Who Became a Fox”, that was the first story in…
“I did not mean to fall in love, but the men with the big machines came up our road to cut the last of the season’s corn.” This line caught…
Stretches of sunny days passed this fall and I wondered when our neighbor would drop our hay. Then he rolled onto our field, he and his son, running up and…
I thought I’d try to imagine Sarah’s life with Abraham from her perspective. I’ve been taking a course on the Book of Jubilees, a series of oral traditions compiled around…
I walk out and the soybeans are fattening from patches barely turning yellow, to big swathes of yellow that remind me of the slow changing color where gray horses fade…