Ever-Increasing Light Jewish Sabbaths, Feasts, and More Marking Jewish Themes with Distinction “If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy” (Ps. 137:5-6). Wayne and I … More Like No Other
Bluest Ever The Indian Paintbrushes are jealous of the Bluebonnets, and maybe that is why they riot along the roadsides and highways. Bluebonnets don’t care. They prefer to silently parade across the new sprung grass during their seasonal spell in the spring; and certainly, they do not compete with paintbrush strokes of garish neon orange. … More Bluest Ever
Ever-Increasing Light Sabbaths, Feasts, and More Marking Jewish Themes with Devotion “At the place where Jesus was crucified, there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb, in which no one had ever been laid” (John 19:41). There are two significant places in Jerusalem that claim to be the place of Jesus’ death, … More In the Garden Waiting for You
Ever-Increasing Light Sabbaths, Feasts, and More Marking Jewish Themes with Devotion “I have heard the prayer and plea you have made before me; I have consecrated this temple, which you have built, by putting my Name there forever. My eyes and my heart will always be there” (I Kings 9:3). All over the world, Jewish … More Am I the Answer to My Prayer?
Lamb’s wool -cleaned, carded, and spun into balls of industry and artistry – are soaked with color so ancient that the hues are embedded in the rock-hard strata of earth’s foundation – blue, scarlet, and purple. The aura so eternal that the Creator spoke their rich pigmentation into existence with a thought and a breath. … More Ancient Colors
When you are seeking to step into the deep end of the pool where silence reigns, the same rules apply for adults and children. Don’t hold your breath, grimace, or freeze all movement. Just relax and breathe. In and out. Slow and deep. Let the silver-gilded, healing waves roll over you until the outside din … More Silver-Gilded Waves
I’m passing by car the miles of Ireland and Scotland, and a million dewy green grass blades and pink sea flowers blur with speed. But strangely, the narrow roads, lined with old stony fences, magnify as we pass. I’m lost in the thoughts of tomorrow’s transition, contemplating if the banks of the river, that held … More The River Banks of Tomorrow
