Visiting memories of loss and blessings, and anticipating the future on the smell of fresh-cut grass.

Having returned from a long summer ride, Papa Rod ponders faith and belief, and confusion and conviction, and knowledge and pride.

We are contained in one another.  We inhale wisdom from our elders and exhale wisdom to those entrusted to us, and they pass it on to their own.

Cleaning the outside of the house and pondering appearances, and reality, and things that matter.

Gratefully remembering Baptism, obedience, family and community, and the mystery of sacrament.

A storyteller tells stories about telling stories.

Pondering the letting go.

Pondering the passing of a giant from a world that needs giants.

A politically incorrect pondering of gender difference in beautifying and maintaining.  

Basking in the absence of the overwhelming din.