A journal of life in a changing world

A Sacred and Ordinary Life

I wonder if he knew how much meaning his life had.  I wish I had told him.  My father died last year.  Some might say he was a simple man.  But judging someone is not the same as knowing someone.  Unless, by “simple,” they meant that he worked long days

In These Ordinary Days

I often think about what it is like to live an ordinary life in extraordinary times. There is so much happening around and so much uncertainty about the future; our sense of everything that was once familiar is shifting beneath us. Yet our lives continue within it all. We make