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a baptismal journey along the Salish sea

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April 30, 2018March 28, 2019

Jesus the Good Shepherd

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February 14, 2018February 15, 2018

Hearts & Ashes

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January 11, 2018January 11, 2018

The Blood of Salvation

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December 4, 2017December 4, 2017

An Advent Reflection in Clouds

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November 16, 2017November 16, 2017

There is no stewarding the Anthropocene

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August 9, 2017August 9, 2017

Happy Birthday, Smokey Bear

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Hi. Happy new year, from me. If we haven’t chatted in a while, chances are, I miss you and your insightful, interesting, and novel comments or observations about the world. You see, the greatest gift I have received during my time (thus far) on planet earth is that of meeting folks who might not think much of themselves, but who are really quite unique, and special, and whom I appreciate quite a lot. That’s you, by the way. Years may blend together, but friendships always begin with that singular moment, of recognition, appreciation—that a-ha! A kindred spirit! Here’s to shared smiles, good conversation, and another new year. ✨
How do you do Friday nights when it’s blustery and rainy?
First time back at #aarsbl in a few years and I have 0 photos of the conference 🤓 But I spent some much needed time at the Art Museum with @garysbestfriend and took the train to see Laverne (his grandmother) who is looking forward to celebrating 100 in a few years.
That look of judgment sending me off to Denver for #aarsbl 😾
Last week my aunt started transitioning from this world to the next. This All Saints I am lighting a candle in the hope that she finds her way and is welcomed into the communion of saints in peace and comfort. I am grateful that I have been able to say goodbye to the one who taught me how to celebrate holidays properly, and who braved the aisles of Toys R Us during the great cabbage patch doll frenzy of 1982/83. Mary taught a generation of third graders at Highline elementary, back when cursive writing was a thing. She loved lapis lazuli jewelry, and dogs were her favorite people. She was not a hugger, nor was she affectionate, but she was quick to smile and handed out compliments. I found a sanctuary at her and my uncle’s home on the Sound. May you be reunited with your beloveds, Aunt Mary. Thank you for all the cookies.
What does an ecological crisis look like? This. Slow suffocation from fire smoke and bad air which is now a yearly occurrence. Rain is finally in the forecast tomorrow, but only after a dry spell—the worst since 1932. When the rain comes we will breathe again. But will we remember how it feels to be choked? Will this motivate change? Does this move us toward co-suffering (compassion) and solidarity? I hope so.
Just a walk in the park
Low water levels meant I could take a path less trodden, walk alongside the creek, and find half hidden relics of a time when a wealthy man made himself places to fish (video in reels)

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