Otherwise known as Lent
For a string of years, near the beginning of March, Deb and I would pack up and go to Whidbey Island. It was a way to shake off winter’s habits—habits of ...
Category: Beauty
Discovered poetry – ‘No Memory of a Move’
One thing I love is combing through the little poetry section in Mandolin Books and finding, well, this: a book, published in the 80’s, the spine a bit ye...
Orion’s mission statement and ‘Bellhouse Bay’
I had prepared a few paragraphs, not only to describe the exciting way Orion Magazine’s new mission statement came together, but to expand on the soul and...
In a darkened farm shed
The thing that pulls me toward atheism is the very thing that keeps me fully within faith. The daily experience of God’s absence, that utter silence, fans...