“God knows the itch in your shoe…”

Cool water laps over the smooth stones and dances at her feet. Her fingers grope blindly at the rocks, her eyes lost far beyond the glittering horizon. She draws back and throws another stone, and it splashes and then is lost in the clear ocean waters. These waves seem playful today, but it is these…

Being community

The weekend is over, and my little sister is happily married off and far away in honeymoon land. But last night we filled my house to the brim with happy chattering people who were sweaty and jolly after several great games of ultimate frisbie, or just “ultimate” as it gets called around here. We laughed…