Mid March solitude with a full moon…spring has re-hidden herself and it’s hard to tell while the bright sunshine streaks the snow. It is a mere 14 degrees and this winter confuses us.
There are wind days and power outages and the threat of a looming Nor’easter…and recently we watched the infant heads of croci stretching up along the porch wall.
It is as if God lazily moves pieces around, observing the ebb and the flow. But…this is bad theology.
Rather, we spin like maddened wind up toys in the palm of His hand. He waits for us to settle…
690 Saint Paul 