Category: Hungry Ghosts
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With Friends At No Kings
This morning dawned with what Jennie aptly named “a winter sunrise”, the sky purple and pink along the horizon. Then came the wind, literally howling as it whipped and battered the trees. Then a period of calm, followed by showers, some of which were torrential, driven by the return of the fierce wind. Now the…
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Imagining Rosh Hashanah
“Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world’s grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it.” -widely attributed to Rabbi Tarfon who lived in the generation following the destruction of the second temple. I am…
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Use Your Words
A fine early September day. We had a goodly dew overnight so the grass is wet, green, and lush. Jennie says that this morning’s dawn chorus was rowdy; without my hearing aids I could not hear it, but I am glad the birds were up and singing. The days are cool and sunny, the nights…
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The Beatitudes Revisited
The fog has lifted and the smell of smoke in the air has waned a bit, although my eyes are still stinging some. The state has not posted an air quality alert but that does not mean much for our unique microclimate. Yesterday morning I was sitting at our kitchen table enjoying coffee with friends…
