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  • Seize the Day

    Seize the Day

    Hallelujah, thank you Lord! I am finally honoring my first day of retirement! I say ‘honor’ because celebrating is either way in the past* or way in the future. Too much to do; too little time. Amid all the closings and the insurance, the upgrades to the current home, and the tour of the state… Read more

  • Interpretation

    Interpretation

    The first person I told at work about my retirement — other than my boss who died four days later — was my dearest, most revered friend who introduced me to the team 20 years ago. And, no surprise, because he is the nicest guy, he said the nicest thing! “You’re life is always full… Read more

  • The Landing

    The Landing

    I’m disappearing. No, not like ‘I’m going to disappear,’ rather I’m in the process of disappearing. Little by little, cell by cell. I imagine it’s a lot like dying — you’re moving to another plane of existence and it’s frightening but you really don’t have a choice and maybe the only reason its frightening is… Read more

  • Windows

    Windows

    I scrubbed the window through which I can see the mountains from my desk — and made it worse. Instead of the blotchy rain-dust spatters on the glass, there are now misty, horizontal streaks. And while I was cleaning, it occurred to me that, yes, God does not close the door without opening a window.… Read more

  • Only to Be Lost Again

    Only to Be Lost Again

    Happy Easter! Today, will be busy and bright, and I’ll spend moments of stillness and reflection looking through the messages and prayers that offer new science, theology and insights on Christ’s resurrection. And I’ll feel blue, as I always do. It occurs to me that even though this is a day of celebration, it has… Read more

  • Forgiven, Never Forgotten

    Forgiven, Never Forgotten

    When Ellen’s granddaughter was grieving back at home in Cali, she moved to comfort herself by looking through a box of her grandma’s books. At the top was Bluebirds by David W. Frasure. It was a quick read and she called and told me it spoke to her soul, as I’m sure Ellen knew it… Read more