Tuesday, June 19, 2018


In my culture it is essential that I perceive people who are struggling as different form me. If I don't believe that their struggle is somehow a result of choices or mistakes they made, choices that I never would, it might become obvious to me that I could easily find myself in the same situation. Today, I will stand up against ideas that invite me to separate myself from my struggling cousins remembering that how we treat others in difficult times is how I will be treated when it is my turn.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Wren Work

A family of Wren's live about twenty feet from the cabin. There are three chicks in the birdhouse. The parents fly in sometimes as frequently as every three seconds. It seems to me that the parents are working hard. This gets me thinking about the idea of hard work and the assumptions I make in evaluating the work and lives of others. Then I realize that I don't know if the Wrens think the work they are doing is hard. I don't even know if they think about it as work. Then I realize I don't know this about anyone. Today, I will be paying attention to the assumptions I make about others and what ideas I use to evaluate my life in relation to the people around me.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Far Away

When I was far away at first I experienced everything as familiar. I had to work hard to see through my assumptions and see what was new more clearly. I will work to pat attention to how my assumptions blind me now that I am back home.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Phoebe Life

There are baby Phoebes in the woodshed. We were not sure the Phoebes would return this year, but they did, as they have every year since we came to the cabin. And so, life begins again. This reminds me that my life begins again and again with every breath. A new beginning is given to me with every Sunrise, if I choose to see it.

Tuesday, June 5, 2018


Phoebe sits on the wood pile waiting for the insects to shake off the morning rain and take flight. Chipmunk skitters around the ground and finds them sheltering under blades of grass. On a brighter day, Chipmunk would be waiting. This gets me thinking about the balance of everything. Today, Chipmunk has an easier time, tomorrow it might be Phoebe's turn, the next day might be for the insects. I am left wondering how I might live more closely connected to this simple balance.

Monday, June 4, 2018

Man or Mouse

My culture asks me, “Are you a Man or a Mouse?” I know what I'm supposed to answer, but I can't help thinking about the times when it would be great to be Mouse. My carbon footprint would be greatly diminished if I were Mouse, and plane seats would provide ample space for me to be comfortable. In the end however, I am a Man. As I ponder all this, the Rain begins. A Deer who has been walking through the back meadow stops under a Tree just Northwest of the cabin. Eventually, the Rain seeps through the branches and leaves, and there is no more shelter. Deer moves on. As I sit and watch from the dry porch, I appreciate the momentary alignment of our desires. It seems that when the rain starts, Man and Deer and perhaps even Mouse all just want to stay dry.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Moon Shine

Last night I noticed the Moon glowing in the through the dew on the window. It got me thinking about how the shine of the Moon is a reflection of the Sun. Their relationship drew my attention out to a larger frame where, in that moment, the Sun had not set for the Moon. Moon was gazing on the Sun and reflecting that light back to me. I am left wondering what I was reflecting back to Moon, that Moon sent on to Sun.