Exploring the Third Season of Life

Notes from Vanaprastha

Reflections on Faith, Nature, and Writing

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Grandfather’s Udder Wisdom

Grandfather’s Udder Wisdom

The only time I spent alone with him, my grandfather talked about cows’ udders. “You got to take care of cows,” Grampy told me, sitting in his worn rocking chair in Grammy’s kitchen, slurping his usual milk-and-sugared-tea, rubbing his wooden leg, a phantom of one...

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Blog topics often generate at serendipitous intersections. An idea might occur to me out of some experience, and soon thereafter the same key word crosses my path. Today’s topic is a case in point. A few days ago, Keith and I watched the 2011 movie adaptation of...

It’s her nature

It’s her nature

“Carole,” Keith called from the outside deck, “bring a bag. Freya caught another squirrel, fresh kill, and it’s a big one.” Ugh, I thought, Yuck! I said, to which Keith replied, “It’s her nature.” In the past 4 months, Freya, a shepherd mix and hunter by nature,...

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

Do you have sweet dreams? Me, not so much, in fact, my wee-hour dreams almost invariably tend towards the upper limits of frustration and occasionally fear. Last night’s followed suit - until it didn’t. Location: a train station waiting room, my mind registered...

Angels fall down

Angels fall down

Yesterday morning, an angel fell down. Perhaps she tripped on her oversized robe and heavy wings or stumbled on the narrow steps behind the podium. But between recited lines, down she went. The congregation gasped. The little angel quickly popped back into view,...