Journeying: Essays

God is incarnating
"God has fallen out of containment in religion and into human hearts—God is incarnating. Our whole unconscious is in an uproar from the God Who wants to know and to be known."

~C. G. Jung
Essays

Garden

Dreaming

Choices

Sensation

Ted

Confirmation

Rabbit

Shards of God

Snow

Notes

Astronomy

Bluebird

Gift

Hyperspace

Cement

Spindletop

Bessie

My House

Bluegreen Kitchen!

Baptism

Rainy evening

LiveJournal

For children:

Kinderwars

Kinderwars, Part II

The Floating Castle

 I live on the side of a hill in a small town near the Smoky Mountains. My house has a screened porch that overlooks the woods, and early in the morning I can hear all the birds—pileated woodpeckers, mockingbirds, cardinals. When I first moved into this house I carefully placed my bed close to a high window that looks out onto a side yard bordered by old hemlock, cedar, and white pine trees. When the wind rises at night the pine boughs rustle against the eaves of the roof, and I can watch the clouds moving across the moon. I like best of all the nights when thunderstorms wake me and I can watch the drama right outside my window.

House on a hill

Many of these essays were written over the years for an Episcopal newsletter column, Journeying. The black-and-white line drawings were scanned and cropped from sketches in my journals.

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This site updated 06/05

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