Church...It Could Happen

If I would start a church

it would be like none I’ve known

It would meet wherever I am

And whomever I am with would be the body

When we ate we would hand bread to one another

and exchange a glass of wine at meal’s end

Music would be the singing of the birds or our own voices

raised in praise or lament from in our hearts

The sermon would be our eager conversation

or maybe just a hearty laugh or salty tears

Our prayers would be the longings of our hearts

shared with gratitude and humbleness and love

And when we parted ways our benediction

would be our warm embrace and promise

to meet again and love until that time.

I've been thinking about church, and how the traditional structures don't seem to work for me these days. I'm not sure my ideas make much sense, but wherever two or three...

-Nancy

Cabin Muse

The cabin is a sort of muse; it inspires me to no end. This past weekend was no exception. It was an absolutely perfect weekend, spent with some of my favorite people. Here are two of my musings.

Morning at the Cabin

Mist rises from the pond

Broken by the rays of morning sun

Each moment is a picture

to beautiful to bear

The breaking sun casts shadows

and reflections

Lasting only seconds

giving way to others

The morning is mystical

and magical and

in this moment in this place

everything is possible

 

September’s End

Early Fall

before cold robs the trees of leaves

and kills the green

When the air is cool and the sun is warm

It’s perfection, at the cabin.

The sky is so blue you could wear it

and the reflection of blue and green in the water

rivals the actual landscape for beauty

Kingfisher and hummingbird

and swarms of finches flit and fly

Frogs and fish break the still pond surface

sending ripples rolling into each other

Sitting on the time worn bench on the island

I am privileged to participate…by being

and being is all that is required

as creation does the work