All Saints Sunday
Yesterday, All Saints Sunday, we walked into the crowded sanctuary at Bethany Lutheran Church in Waynesboro, Virginia. The screen above the pulpit displayed a slideshow of names: church members from the past 200 years who had gone before us: infants, some with only...
The Best Yes
As Keith and I walked to the church parking lot after Bible Study last Sunday, I heard a ding and checked my cell phone. “On our way to Gettysburg then Shenandoah Valley. Will txt when one hour away. Beautiful day!” I texted my long-time friend who I hadn’t seen in...
Theme with Variations
Every year at Vanaprastha, autumn creeps down the Blue Ridge Mountains into the Rockfish Valley. Typically, some trees’ leaves change ahead of the curve. In the case of the maple in back of our house, part of the tree got a head start. Nature’s seasons are like a...
Roaring Brooks
Freya darted ahead while Heathcliff walked on-leash with me down the stone trail from the house to the driveway. It was late afternoon last Tuesday, and we’d had a tremendous storm. I heard a roar. We followed the sound down the hill to the bottom of the ravine....
Heathcliff’s Injury and Tips for Recovery
I really like to chase deer and turkeys up and down the mountain. About a month ago, I went running and a few minutes later came back limping like a three-legged dog. I’ve come home lame before, but this time my leg didn’t get better. Keith and Carole took me in...