I have read many times about the practice of gratitude, things like writing every day 3 things you’re grateful for, but I could never keep that up. I tended to be grateful for bigger things like my family, the fact I have shelter, my health, and so on. But with loving something in particular, size and importance did not matter. It is easier to notice.

Beautiful thoughts on beautiful music.

Optimism in the time of corona — can it be?

Listen to this young poet, be cheered and inspired!

“Can molecules remember what was before anything was?” Physics, words, images, poetry. Beauty.

It is hard to bear the sadness in this world.

Oh my goodness, do I ever!

“The mountains and the hills will go forth before you.” What do the objects of nature say to us?

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” Psalm 46 rich with meaning.

Tried a lyric poem.

I prefer…

“I would…ask each child their name. Names matter! Names are our deepest truth and beauty. Their name is Beloved.” “You’re freaking me out, Octopus Head.”

“We, this people, on this small and drifting planet…”

It's amazing to me that this ethereal thing, our imagination, produces, seemingly independent of our own will, new stories, characters, images, and more.

The start of a discussion about the current situation and what the church can do in response…

Maybe this seems like a kind of depressing thing to think and write about. Désolé. There is a sadness about it. But somehow it is beautiful, too.

A poem reading illustrated by drawings by my granddaughters.