Course Locked In
I ended last Sunday’s sermon with these words:
"these times call us to heed the lessons of the cycle of earth’s seasons… each in its time. Let us be eager and unwavering in our pursuit of the remedies nature’s ways might teach us, fearless and joyful in turning our learning into action for the transformation and salvation of the world.”
First Harvest
My maternal grandfather, of whom I have no memory, a hardware store owner, car salesman, and sometime family farmer, notoriously lacked the patience typically required of farmers or backyard gardeners for arrival of harvest time.
In Between Time
Poet Jennifer Grotz wrote:
"Summer specializes in time, slows it down almost to dream.
…
Summer lingers, but it’s about ending. It’s about how things redden and ripen and burst and come down."