. . . toward a rooted life. A rooted and radical life, radical not as fanatic, not as zealot, not as idealism wrapped in certainty. No, radical as a radish, same root, radical as a root held close to earth, sustained by the deep mystery of sunlight and soil and seed and saturation and spirit … Continue reading Some scribbled notes for a movement . . .
From my office window today, like most days, I can see the park across the street, birds searching together for food, neighbors walking their dogs. But today I can also see a construction crew pouring a new concrete path in front of Pilgrim Chapel and the parsonage offices. The old path was made up of … Continue reading on labyrinths and better paths ahead
I’m walking to work across a small valley where a river used to flow. Ahead of me, my shadow stretches over the sidewalk, dials toward the frost-tipped grass, and I’m clearing my head, I am, and the sun warms the back of my neck, and to the west, over the hill that settlers and their … Continue reading Meditation on Those Seven Days
One day you’re a child staring up at the night sky, wondering about those stars. Then suddenly you’re a grown man, holding a child of your own, looking out of a hospital window and still wondering about those stars, because you thought this whole shebang would make sense by now, and what’s up with that … Continue reading In Which Ellery Pearl Arrives Unexpectedly and Crazy Shit Happens
Remember you are dust, and to dust you shall return. In my faith tradition, this is a phrase the priest whispers as she marks the sign of the cross with ash on my forehead on Ash Wednesday. During Lent, this simple but stark phrase becomes my mantra. In my tradition’s creation story, the first human was formed … Continue reading Remember You Are Dust