Sitting At an Altar, Somewhere Between Night and Morning

In my personal calendar, this is the last day of the old year. I woke too early for the day ahead, when there can be no nap to refresh me and I need to be sharp, alert, at my best. I’m doing a wedding later today for a family of whom I am very fond and, as you...

The Omens of Snow, the Blessings of Fire and Ice

We’ve had some formidable days this bleak and educational February.  I have always found that the shortest month always seems longer than summer and usually attribute it to my birthday in early March. This February has been unduly long and we’ve had the...