Four miles. I mean, really, how difficult could four miles be? I’d walked twice that before, and the Rose River Trail in the Shenandoah National Park was only rated moderate. My sister and I went in on the fire road; it’s harder to start that way, but then you have an
Category: Spirituality
Reflecting on Relics
My sister and I went to a nearby parish last week to view the Treasures of the Church road show of relics. You know, relics–bits of bone or flesh or garments or hair of saints, or
Of Jugglers and Magicians, and the Chasm That Lies Between
Jugglers and magicians don’t get along, a juggler recently told me. He explained it something like this: There’s nothing secret about the way jugglers use their skill, keeping
Following Gracefully
Fall, 1963. Hawthorne Elementary School in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Classroom of Mrs. Vivian Sandstrom, quite possibly the nicest second-grade teacher there ever was. Mrs. Sandstorm was putting together a bit of a skit for the advanced reading group. One member of said group kept offering “helpful” suggestions and comments. Finally, Mrs. Sandstrom returned to… Continue reading Following Gracefully