Into Winter

I started this blog over two Easters ago, seized by a certain urgency to explore and rediscover Christianity as a middle adult.

In that time, Pope Francis has died, I’ve gone back and forth with Anglicanism, become a Quaker, and worked out, at some level, I will always be a Catholic Christian ‘in my blood’.

Plus: written some poems and taken some beautiful photos of trees!

Thank you to those who have read along or dipped in.

Thank you to Moya for her steadfast reading and comments.

It’s time to stop and lay this down for now. Maybe for good.

Perhaps I’ll come back to it in Spring, or in the depths of Winter. Perhaps I’ll just upload photos of churches, churchyards and trees. I don’t know.

Maybe such a fallow time will allow me to become more patient with the church, more charitable. Find a way to negotiate the frustration and despair that I experience, practice my love for church without renouncing the prophetic imagination.

Maybe it will be too much to hold, to pick up again, and I’’ll settle down into the simplicity of being Quaker, following the Light.

Or a third possibility, that is both and neither. Hints of it are found here and there, hiding in plain sight…

It’s been nice to have a break, already, and to have more space inside my mind. To connect with the green living world and to hear the quiet voice of poetry once more.

The Starlings

The starlings are preparing for winter, perhaps,

that’s why all the scratching in the rafters of Starling Cottage.

There’s a nest here, too, under the eave of Lindsay’s garage.

Maybe it’s ok to live for a summer.