Seeking to be CONTENT in all things, JOYFUL in HOPE, PATIENT in affliction.
When someone dies, they leave a space. Sometimes, it is a small space, easily overlooked, that regrettably disappears without fanfare. Sometimes, it is an awkward emptiness. Those left behind gather around it, uncertain how to respond to the change. Family may talk about this void, collect mementos, and then busy themselves with other people and …
They are cutting down the tree. The angry sound of a chainsaw makes me think of enraged wasps. As exhaust fumes seep in around doors and windows, the sound – not really the sound, but the knowledge of what the sound means – gnaws at my bones. This machine is not just ripping the tree away, but our peace. The peace it steals is the peace that a mature tree brings to a space. Sadly for this majestic, leafy tree, it was planted in exactly the wrong spot and was tearing up neighboring walls and garage floors. The landlord said it had to go even as he lamented the need for more trees in …
SF. Chronicle My church summer camp may burn down today. Other camps are gone. Harley Goat Farm near tiny Pescadero, California, where we'd take the kids during camping trips, also may be in danger.I feel like my childhood, my happy memories are being torched. It is a heavy feeling. Our home is safe, unlike 50,000 structures under threat throughout the state. But the air isn't fit to breathe. Another sucker punch to the gut The New York Times …
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