There’s no place like home but can you ever go home? Conventional wisdom seems to say no, you can never go home. Such wisdom would suggest that once you leave, things change and try as you might it’s awful hard to find your way back to that which you left….
Category: Reflections, Musings & Meanderings
Reflections and musings from my meanderings in these here Ozark Mountains: life, love, loss, laughter, and the long practice of grace.
Who Does God Hate?
I was thinking about the quote from Anne LaMott I posted the other day on my Facebook page. I noticed folks copied and pasted it all over the place.Here was the quote: “You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God…
Betrayal: That Cold-Hearted Kiss
I had written this several years ago after Holy Week and Easter. And I thought it appropriate to post it here at this time. I hope you find it as illuminating reading it as I did writing it. Blessings upon your head, your heart, your home, and your own loved…
The Seal of Confession
Confession is such a spiritually important and often over looked and misunderstood sacrament of the Church. And while I’d agree that most of the traditional seven sacraments are misunderstood and often overlooked it has been my experience as a priest that the Sacrament of Confession tops such a list. A…
Validity, Legitimacy, & Education
Recently I had the occasion to dialogue with a young priest in the ISM (Independent Sacramental Movement) on Facebook. While he wasn’t necessarily young in age, he hadn’t been ordained long. The conversation started with some folks talking about the need for better training for clergy in the ISM, or…
Coming Out
“Coming Out” is a loaded phrase. It’s wrapped in innuendo, cultural baggage, and no small amount of expectation, but now that I have your attention… In some ways, what I’m about to say has been a long time coming. In other ways, it feels anticlimactic, because most of you already…
Harvest Home
Autumn is falling on the Ozark Mountains, the leaves are changing and the air is crisp in the mornings and cool in the evenings. The last of the harvest season is upon us. The pumpkin patches are full and soon the Great Pumpkin will arise from the Pumpkin Patch, or…
My Patroness: Saint Melangell
This website/blog is dedicated to Saint Melangell, a long time favored saint of mine. She’s a wonderful wandering Celtic saint that spent her life trying to make a safe place for folks amongst the thorns, thickets, and brier patches of society and of the world. The Legend of Melangell and…
The Work of St. Martin’s Lent: The Blessing of the Kindling
I awoke to a cold, drizzly, blue, mist-soaked morning here on Bear Mountain, and immediately two thoughts rose up in me. First, we have entered what I’ve long called the “blue time of the year”, not only in terms of how the season settles on the spirit, but in the…
An Unexpected Visitor on Bear Mountain
An Unexpected Visitor on Bear Mountain Something unusual happened here on Bear Mountain in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I stepped outside onto the front deck this evening, caught up in the beauty of the late-fall sky. The view from our house looks straight down into thick Ozark woods, nothing but trees…
