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Response and Recovery
My husband and I had a wonderful time away in Hawaii last year. While the weather was mostly cooperative during our visit, we learned much about how the Hawaiian Islands continue to evolve and change because of many natural events. On the Big Island we saw how the Kona coast is still struggling to rebuild when a tsunami hit after the Japanese earthquake. We visited the Volcano National Park and saw the steam coming out of one of the major craters and wondered if it would “blow” while we were standing on the observations deck. We walked on lava fields and were fascinated to see how molten lava from many different eruptions had cooled in ways that create artful landscapes. In the midst of the “rope” patterns of lava, I was moved by the small green plants beginning to take root. (click
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The Importance of Self Care
I think of summer as a time of rest, renewal and reflection. There are no major religious holy days. Summer reminds me how we can become so frenzied in our lives that we neglect self care so essential for good mental health. (click
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The Valley of Dry Bones
Last fall I had the privilege of viewing an art print exhibition of The Saint John’s Bible. It is a most beautiful hand-written hand-illuminated that the Smithsonian Magazine described as, “One of the most extraordinary undertakings of our time.” It truly is a feast for the eyes, the mind and the heart. (click
here to read more)
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A Sign of Compassion
A student asked anthropologist Margaret Mead for the earliest sign of civilization
in a given culture. He expected the answer to be a clay pot or perhaps a fish hook
or grinding stone. Her answer was, “A healed femur.” (click
here to read more)
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Anne Frank Snippets
My husband and I recently returned from a long anticipated trip to Ireland and Amsterdam. Ireland
was all and more than I expected it to be with wonderful people and beautiful countryside…and
we missed the rain! (click
here to read more)
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Cupped Hands
The stores are full of colorful and functional items for “back to school.” I
was a Kindergarten teacher before going to seminary. I remember how difficult it
was for parents to leave their children at the door on that first day of school. Often
both the child and the parent were crying. I had to shut the door and keep things
moving quickly to distract the children and involve them in fun activities. (click
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The Three-Legged Stool
Visualize a three-legged stool. We are all created with
the opportunity to develop three sides of ourselves: our body, our mind and our spirit. (click
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The Ark
I’ve always loved the story of Noah’s ark. I even have a little wooden
ark in my office. Noah’s ark is, after all, the story of God’s grace and the
promise of God’s covenant with us. Each of us enters the ark in faith that God will
see us through the storms, winds and floods of our lives. (click
here to read more)
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A Seed is a Promise
A simple seed holds incredible power. All that is necessary
for new life is contained in a seed. A small article, tucked away in the pages
of a newspaper, caught my eye. It told of some seeds shed by an East Indian lotus
plant that were found in a food storage area in an ancient lake deposit in southern Manchuria. The
seeds successfully germinated some 450 years after they had been placed in storage. (click
here to read more)
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Popcorn Trees
A friend shared the story of how she was sitting on the ocean cliffs one day and sharing a bag of popcorn with her friend. As the two sat talking, my friend picked up some nearby twigs and began to put the plump pieces of popcorn on the ends of the twigs. Soon there was a forest of little popcorn trees on the ground in front of them. (click here to read more)
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The Parable of the Single Sock
I read the story of a well-known senator who was riding a new excursion boat up the Potomac River. It was a warm day, and the senator had removed his shoes and socks and settled back in a deck chair to wiggle his toes. His socks hung on the railing in front of him. (click here to read more)
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Letting Go
Fall is my favorite season of the year. Living in California, we miss the more dramatic seasonal changes experienced in other parts of the country. (click here to read more)
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Called to Move
I've always been intrigued with the story of Abraham and Sarah, who were called to pack their bags, leave their home and country, and venture into a land unknown. We are often called to move, to make radical changes, either physically, like Abraham and Sarah, or in our personal lives. We are challenged to go in new directions, but it is our choice whether to act on those calls. (click here to read more)
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Christo
There is a famous image in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, which I had heard about but which I "experienced" while visiting my daughter in that city some years ago. The large state of Christ the Redeemer, better known as "Christo," looms 710 meters above the city. In Brazil, as in many Latin American countries, there is a great distinction between the wealthy and the poor. Yet Christ stands, with hands outstretched to embrace all people. (click here to read more)
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Archway of Hope
It was a dark night , whose stillness was suddenly broken with the sound of air-raid sirens. People dropped what they were doing and hurried to the safety of bomb shelters. Here they stayed, huddled together in fear, for eleven long hours of concentrated aerial bombardment. Here they stayed, wondering what would be left of the city they called home. (click here to read more)
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The Singing Bowl
I was looking for a bowl. I wasn't exactly sure what kind of bowl I was looking for, but I trusted that when the right bowl crossed my path, I would recognize it. The whole bowl thing got started after reading an article that used the image of a Zen Buddhist monk's begging bowl. (click here to read more)
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Cracked Chalice
A friend of mine makes stunning and unique pieces of pottery.
Larry finds, in the process of centering the clay and working with his hands, that he himself becomes centered. The concentration it takes to throw a pot requires attentiveness to the task, allowing him, for a time, to let go of worry and stress. (click here to read more)
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Addicted to Stones
When my daughter was studying for a year in England, I made a winter-time visit to see her. We were on a student budget and avoided most of the tourist attractions. Our preferred modes of transportation included the Underground, the train or the infamous Badger Bus Line. My one request was to see Stonehenge, that mysterious and ancient configuration of stone. It was not an easy trip in the dead of winter with washed-out train tracks and unpredictable bus schedules. But we managed to make it to Stonehenge, arriving quite late in the day. (click here to read more)
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Rocking Chairs
For three years I have attended a conference at a beautiful setting by a lake in North Carolina. One of the highlights, for me, was living in a little cabin by the lake built at the turn of the century, with a real screened-in porch and a wonderful high-back rocking chair. I've spent hours rocking, watching the mist rise from the lake in the early morning as the water was touched by the first rays of the morning sun. At night I would rock and watch the birds and the darkness gradually dim my view of the trees and lakeshore, until there was only the light of the moon and stars. (click here to read more)
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Sabbath Time
Several years ago my husband, Stan, and I were on one of those frantic tours in Israel where you have to be at the bus or the dining room at an exact time. After cleaning up in our room from a day of touring, we went to the hallway to take an elevator to the dining room. (click here to read more)
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Grandmother Tree
I have been to the Mission San Luis Rey in Southern California many times as both a retreat participant and retreat leader. This mission was founded by the Spanish Franciscans in 1798 and housed the largest Native American Indian population in the chain of missions...well over two thousand. Life at the mission flourished until 1833 when it was taken over by the Mexican government and sold to private land owners. (click here to read more)
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