I see a sailboat. It’s a little more than two hundred years old, and once a glorious beauty … now a dimming glow emanating from her sails. She carries on, slightly self-conscious and wavering in her confidence, but still clearing the higher waves. Recovery is now...
Originally posted on 9-1-2021 Photo: Brigadier General Julius Easton Slack at the crossing of Moselle River in November 1944. This isn’t my usual fare, but I need to get this off my chest… I used to work as a consultant to government. To be specific, I was an...
The final line in The Sending section of the liturgy I use during the hour of Sext (inhale) reached out and grabbed me. Sext is the noon hour of prayer, one of eight times during the 24-hour day when the Benedictine monks, in the oldest traditions, stop whatever they...
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